Jian Shichu had no choice, kissed his dear wife, and also went to sleep.
Tonight was so enchanting, the sleep was exceptionally sweet.
What was not perfect was that the next morning, his dear wife was still cold to him.
While dressing Xiao Ah Wan, he glanced at Ye Qingci, who was dressing Xiao Ah Ye, and deliberately put on a stern face, "Ah Wan, did you make mom angry? Look, mom isn't smiling!"
"Not me, not me!" Xiao Ah Wan shook his little chubby hands vigorously, indicating that he was not to blame, "I promise I didn't wet the bed last night, mom's not mad."
Ye Qingci was amused by him and pinched his little nose, "You still dare to say! You wet the bed and didn't call mom, went to sleep in your brother's bed, squashing him into your wet spot, so naughty, just like whom?"
Among her three sons, Ah Ling and Ah Ye never wet the bed; they would cry a little when they needed to pee.
