The children’s bedroom and the adult’s bedroom were linked through a door. Ye Sichen locked the door to keep the kids in a sound sleep.

Xia Nuan wanted to get up, but she was embraced by him.

“Can you just clam down? Don’t you feel tired?” Xia Nuan was forced to press her body to him and couldn’t escape.

“Both of you want me to be the meat on your chopping block? I won’t accept it.” She looked into his collar. It was his wheat color ...