Chapter 948 - 948 934 she also has the effect of sleeping pills (1)

Chapter 948: 934, she also has the effect of sleeping pills (1) Chapter 948: 934, she also has the effect of sleeping pills (1) Jian Qing placed the two little treasures on the bed, helped them dry their hair, and Seventeen and Nineteen joyfully rolled around on the bed.

Under the light, the two “little tigers” hugged and rolled together, their delicate little faces capturing Jian Qing’s attention,

She sat cross-legged nearby, watching them, occasionally tickling the little ones, causing them to hug and dodge with laughter.

“Mommy, hug.”

Nineteen climbed off Seventeen, waddled towards Jian Qing with his little bottom pouted out, and, like a little tiger, pounced into her arms.

“You, little one!” The force of the youngster’s charge almost knocked Jian Qing backward, but she sat up, holding him, and rubbed her forehead against his, “Is your knee not hurting anymore, hmm?”

“Hug from Mommy, no hurt,” Nineteen softly said.

“Oh my, such sweet talk,” Jian Qing chuckled softly, and seeing his crescent moon eyes curve with his smile, she couldn’t help but kiss his plump little cheeks.

“Mommy.”

Seeing Nineteen in Jian Qing’s arms, Seventeen also crawled over to join the fun, squeezing his little body into Jian Qing’s embrace, almost pushing Nineteen out in the process.

“Okay, okay, Mommy will hold both of you.” Jian Qing wrapped an arm around each child, and the little ones happily sat in her lap, their little mouths continually calling out to her.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, Mommy has been away for so long, made you sad for so long, is Mommy very bad, hmm?” Jian Qing said to herself as she looked at their cherubic little faces.

Little did she know, the little ones were quite clever. Nineteen raised his little head and giggled at her, “Mommy, Mommy good, good.”

“Mommy, not bad, Daddy bad,” Seventeen lifted his little fleshy hand, patting Jian Qing’s hand, and said in his soft, milky voice.

Daddy wouldn’t let him and Nineteen kiss Mommy, Daddy bad.

Together, the little ones riffed off one another, and the somewhat sad atmosphere quickly dissipated.

“Pfft.”

Jian Qing laughed, pinching the little ones’ cheeks with her fingertips, “Seventeen, why is Daddy bad, hmm? Daddy loves Seventeen and Nineteen the most, he bathes you, plays with you, and makes you yummy food, Daddy is very nice to you.”

“Daddy, love Mommy!” Seventeen tilted his little head, thought for a moment, then popped out each word one by one.

It’s no wonder Seventeen would say this; the biggest reason was that once, during a playful conversation between Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing, Quan Jingwu casually said his wife came first and the little ones second, not expecting the casual remark to be remembered by the children.

“Daddy, kiss Mommy.” Nineteen joined in, his little baby voice indignantly said, “No, Nineteen kiss Mommy.”

The little guy’s speech was getting smoother, though he popped each word out one by one, it didn’t hinder Jian Qing from understanding the meaning behind their words.

A blush crept up her fair cheeks as she coughed uncomfortably twice.

She glanced up at the closed bathroom door, relieved to see that someone had not yet come out, withdrew her gaze to look at the little ones, “Seventeen, Nineteen, don’t say this in front of Daddy, okay?”

Inside the bathroom, Quan Jingwu held the doorknob, listening to the conversation between the mother and her two sons, a smile played on his lips, clearing the gloom that had lingered in his heart for days.

He turned the knob gently and stepped out.

“What are you saying, hmm?”

Jian Qing stiffened at the sudden deep voice.

She looked up and gave a sheepish smile, “Nothing.”

“Daddy…”

Nineteen opened his little mouth, but Jian Qing quickly covered it with her hand.

But while she could stop one, she couldn’t stop the other.

“Daddy bad.”

Seventeen crisply spoke up, and Jian Qing avoided looking into the man’s eyes filled with playful laughter, quickly turning her head away.

The dark sleeping robe fluttered with the man’s movements, as Quan Jingwu approached the bed, lifted Seventeen up, and tickled him.

“You little troublemaker, where did daddy go wrong, huh?”

Seventeen was very ticklish, squirming and wriggling in Quan Jingwu’s arms, laughing with eyes glistening with a shimmer of tears.

“Bad, bad daddy.”

“You two little rascals.” Quan Jingwu tickled him, and as Seventeen and Quan Jingwu frolicked, Nineteen nestled in Jian Qing’s embrace, clapping her tiny hands excitedly.

This little one’s enjoyment of the spectacle clearly took after Jian Qing.

In the once quiet bedroom, laughter and cheerful voices rang out once more.

Jian Qing lowered her gaze to the little one in her arms and then turned to the father and son playing together, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

After getting the two little ones to fall asleep, Jian Qing glanced at the person opposite her, pondering where to sleep that evening.

Before she could speak up, a large hand reached out from opposite her, fingers slender and exquisite, captivating even someone who wasn’t particularly obsessed with hands.

“It’s getting late, time to sleep.”

His deep, magnetic voice, slightly hushed, was even more seductive.

Jian Qing looked up at him, his bottomless purple eyes were like stars scattered in the Milky Way, radiant and enchanting.

Her lashes trembled lightly, concealing the embarrassment in her eyes.

“How about you sleep with Seventeen and the others, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Quan Jingwu tightened his grip on her hand, stepping past the sleeping Seventeen, and in the blink of an eye, he was by her side, his long arm stretching out to pull her into his embrace.

“No way.”

His iron-like arms prevented her from breaking free. Jian Qing looked up at him, using the sleeping children as an excuse, “They’re asleep; they might wake up if we disturb them.”

Quan Jingwu didn’t care, burying his face into the crook of her neck, “They may be asleep, but I’m not.”

“…”

A herd of alpacas stampeded through Jian Qing’s mind.

It was her fault he couldn’t sleep?

Jian Qing pushed his head gently, “Then go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you by my side,” Quan Jingwu said in a husky voice, nuzzling her fair neck with his head.

Jian Qing glanced at him sidelong, as if she saw Nineteen whining for attention in the same way.

So she served as a sleeping pill now?

“I’m hot.” She pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between them, but he held her even closer.

“I’m cold,” the man blatantly lied with open eyes.

Jian Qing’s gaze paused; she felt she had heard this line before.

“Stop overthinking.” Quan Jingwu noticed she was silent, his gaze lifted to see her furrowed brows, and instantly understood she was forcing herself to recall that elusive memory. He pressed her closer to his chest, “Just sleep.”

His body emitted a pleasant scent of shower gel, luring Jian Qing into drowsiness. She yawned and, with her eyes half-closed and teary at the corners, she gave in to sleepiness.

In a daze, she instinctively snuggled closer to the person beside her, her pale hand unconsciously wrapping around his sturdy waist.

The gesture seemed as though it had been replayed countless times.

Watching the little movements of dependence from the person in his arms, Quan Jingwu’s brows arched slightly, his eyes melting into warm pools.

With a devout kiss to her smooth forehead, Quan Jingwu’s lips curved, his eyes lifted to view the tranquil sleeping faces of the little treasures.

The moonlight flowed silently, sneaking in through the gap in the window, scattering a radiant glow all over the floor.