"Wife." Si Yu bent down, whispering softly next to Tang Yue's ear.
Tang Yue, half-asleep, turned over and mumbled, "What."
"Wife!"
Si Yu looked at the sweetly sleeping Tang Yue with a grievance; he really didn't have the heart to wake her. He had no choice but to snuggle beside her, wrapping his arms around her to sleep.
She carried a faint fragrance of having just bathed, the scent kept wafting into his nostrils. For Si Yu, who had been abstinent for a while, it was a kind of sweet torture. Just as he was finally about to fall asleep, Zaozao woke up and started crying.
Tang Yue squinted her eyes and held Zaozao in her arms to breastfeed, while Chenchen was also pouting, about to cry.
Si Yu hurriedly got up, changed Chenchen's wet diaper. Chenchen, hungry, started crying loudly. Si Yu held Chenchen in one hand and made milk formula with the other. Chenchen took a few sips and then pouted again, looking like he was about to cry.
