At this point, Mo Nanjue finally couldn't continue, he laid down on the other side of the bed with a cold face, feeling uncomfortable from some tension. Tong Ran pushed his shoulder, "…Why don't you take a shower?"
The man opened his eyes, "Will you join me?"
The troublesome little one eagerly raised his hand, "I'll join too!"
"…"
The two of them fell silent…
Mo Nanjue put his hands behind his head, feeling blocked in every aspect of his mind and body, Why did Tong Ran have a son?!
If it had been a daughter, she might not be so mischievous, probably more obedient.
He lightly closed his eyes, Chennchenn turned over, with legs and arms wrapping around him, "Daddy, I can't sleep."
Mo Nanjue reached out, pulled him onto his chest, lightly patting his son's back, "Want a story?"
Tong Ran lay beside them, watching the scene, a gentle smile curved her lips, thinking he could be so fierce, but actually, he loved his son even more than she did.
Just stubborn with face-saving…
