You were relatively well-behaved and didn't do anything inappropriate, but I still had a very difficult night...

You close the door and subconsciously glance at the latch.

The boy's breathing became heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.

Actually, the general was just being stubborn.

Mu Yao looked at me blankly.

Mu Yao snuggled against Nan Zhi's chest and fell asleep peacefully.

I instinctively reached out and wiped the moisture from under your face.

It's as if our fates have been intertwined.

Nanzhi could feel it; his hand was like a furnace, and just writing on it made her fingertips burn.

Your lips moved, so you know what you said.

I turned my back and didn't look again, but I felt that the room was unbelievably cold, while my whole body felt a degree hotter.

Nanzhi has amazing hearing. Even if Mu Yao moves very roughly, I can still hear that you are taking off your clothes.

Nanzhi understood perfectly and took the lead.

Upon hearing Nanzhi's voice, Mu Yao quickly lifted her skirt and followed.

On the seventh day, before dawn, I carried you, who were fast asleep, to the floor.

As the general left the room, you paused, the smile barely fading from your face, before following him.

As if he could see me, he lay down, pulled down the blanket, wrapped his big arms around me, and closed his eyes.

I hugged you, whispered in your ear, and soothed you like a child, my voice more tender than ever before, "Mother is here."

I only glanced at Nanzhi a couple of times.

As Nanzhi listened to the reports from her subordinates, I, with my warm heart and hardened soul, fell silent for the first time...

Mu Yao smiled, took off his shoes, got out of bed, and drew the curtains...

He wasn't aware of the problem at the moment, and subconsciously retorted, "This general is not afraid of the cold."

003 outside the brain bursts into laughter: [Zhizhi, I really did take advantage of him, haha...]

The moonlight was bright, and the magnolia blossoms outside the courtyard swayed heavily in the wind. No wind passed through them, but they still lifted the hem of my clothes and my long hair.

It took Mu Yao some time to understand what she meant.

Nan Zhi felt sorry for her: "My wife is so bad, but so pitiful."