Early the next morning, Qiao Mo woke up in Fu Nancheng's arms, feeling particularly at ease after such a restful sleep.
Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes and kissed Qiao Mo's forehead, "Awake?"
"Mm... Did they all go back to their rooms?" Qiao Mo recalled scenes from last night and turned to Fu Nancheng, speaking softly.
Mentioning the two little rascals, Fu Nancheng's expression darkened a bit. He pinched Qiao Mo's nose, "Heartless thing, you actually wanted to keep sleeping with them, where does that leave me?"
Qiao Mo chuckled lightly, "Why are you acting like a child, even getting jealous of your own son."
Fu Nancheng snorted softly, somewhat dissatisfied.
Qiao Mo tugged on his handsome face and laughed again, "If it weren't for Qiqi being away for three years and not having a fully developed personality, do you think you could handle him?"
"No matter what, I'm still his dad. If he wants to defy me, let him try in another twenty years."
