"Don't argue anymore, you father and son. Xiao Yan will sleep here. I have the final say." Lan Xin Ai was already sleepy.
"Daddy, good night."
Xiao Yan immediately snuggled into Lan Xin Ai's arms.
Xi Yemo's face darkened, watching the big one and the little one lying on the bed. Could men really face reality?
One hour later, the soundly sleeping Xiao Yan was carried back to his room by Mr. Xi, who also conveniently locked the door.
"Where's Xiao Yan?" Lan Xin Ai was woken up by Xi Yemo, pushing his chest.
"Next door."
"You carried him away again."
Lan Xin Ai was speechless. Every time Xiao Yan fell asleep, this wolf of a man would carry him away.
"It's inconvenient for him to be here."
"What's so inconvenient?"
"You tell me." The man burrowed in, nudging like a pig.
Soon, fiery sounds emanated from the room.
...
The next morning, Lan Xin Ai changed into simple casual clothing, which was most suitable for going out to sea.
