Itās a pity, he canāt hold his dear wife to sleep tonight, and for many days to come, he wonāt be able to hold her either.
Ye Ziāan suddenly felt that having two sticky little boys wasnāt so great after all, why was there a bittersweet sensation?
Yang Chuxia thought Ye Ziāanās current sleeping position looked rather tangled, with one baby on each side of him, each holding onto one of his fingers. This meant she could only sleep on the side.
"These two little rascals, so young and already grinding people down."
Yang Chuxia thought to herself how things would be when they grew up.
"Wife, it seems weāll have to chat under the covers tonight." With a Lele between them, Ye Ziāan looked at Yang Chuxia with a sense of grievance.
"Hehe, then letās chat."
His grievous look couldnāt hide his thoughts from Yang Chuxia, but with each son holding onto one of Brother Anās fingers, she feared any movement might wake them, and she didnāt want to disturb the childrenās rest. So, who was that woman who always liked to make her son cry before?
"Husband doesnāt want to chat!"
Said with utmost seriousness, you couldnāt feel a hint of impropriety, yet it inevitably led your thoughts astray.
"Pfft... Since you donāt want to chat, letās just go to sleep under the covers. We need to get up early tomorrow."
Yang Chuxia swore her words had no other meaning, she was merely being caring.
But Ye Ziāan could softly retort, "Wife, are you questioning your husbandās stamina and capability?"
Yang Chuxia felt that this sounded somewhat familiar.
Most importantly, is it okay to say such things in front of your two sons? Although the sons were already asleep.
With no strength to retort, Yang Chuxia decided it was best to quietly grab the blanket and go to sleep.
But come midnight, she felt a weight pressing down on her, getting heavier and heavier.
Slowly opening her eyes, she met Ye Ziāanās shining eyes in the moonlight.
"Wife, are you awake? If you are, letās continue. The night is too short for all there is to enjoy."
And so, he began to feel his way around her body.
Ye Ziāan, with a teasing tone, "Wife, is your husband serving you well?"
"What, are you seeking another round if not?"
"Of course."
It seemed as if his words were a signal, and then things became unstoppable.
Nevertheless, she still remembered Ye Ziāan had to leave today, so she forced herself to get up.