"Hua Qingcheng."
"Thank you, Sister Qingcheng." The little boy looked at Hua Qingcheng with a probing look in his eyes.
"Who are you? Why did they beat you?" Hua Qingcheng took out a pack of wet wipes from her pocket and wiped the dirt off the little boy's face.
"My name is Yu Haotian, they..."
Before the little boy could finish his words, Hua Qingcheng woke up, just like when she was a child. Hua Qingcheng had had this dream when she was still in elementary school. She never expected that after so many years, she would have the same dream again in this strange world.
"Xiaotian, what time is it now?" Hua Qingcheng woke up slowly and gently pushed Yu Xiaotian beside her.
"Qingcheng, the sun is shining through the window!" Yu Xiaotian, who had already woken up, looked at Hua Qingcheng, who was sleepy beside him, with eyes full of doting.
"It's really late. We can have lunch directly after getting up." Hua Qingcheng stretched out her slender arms, pulled Yu Xiaotian from beside the pillow, and gently kissed the side of his face.
"But... Qingcheng, the windows of my room face west..." Yu Xiaotian felt both amused and helpless.
"West sun? Uh..." Hua Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly at the words. She had only slept for a short while, and in the blink of an eye, it was already evening. Furthermore, that meant she and Yu Xiaotian had been lying in bed for a whole day and night!
"Brother, are my wife and Xiaotian okay?"
In the living room, Han Yichen sat on a two-seater fir sofa. Although he was asking Mu Lige beside him, his eyes kept glancing towards Hua Qingcheng's bedroom.
"What could it be? We were so passionate and involved that we forgot the time."
Mu Lige, dressed in white, sat upright on the left side of the three-seater fir sofa. On the coffee table in front of him was a small stove with a charcoal fire burning brightly, and on it was a ceramic pot with steam rising from it.
Although Mu Lige had only seen Hua Qingcheng brew Kung Fu tea once, she had already mastered the essence of brewing Kung Fu tea. Moreover, her every gesture exuded noble elegance and leisurely ease.
He expertly took the tea, warmed the cup, poured the tea into the teapot, poured in the water, poured the tea, and divided the tea. After placing a cup on the table in front of Han Yichen, he gently twisted the cup, held it to his nose, and sniffed, his eyes slightly closed, meticulously taking in the delicate fragrance of the tea.
Then Mu Lige took a sip, two sips, and three sips of the fragrant tea, savoring it carefully. However, because he was pregnant, he only tasted a little.
Mu Lige, who looked as gentle as jade, and his calm expression and tone while speaking made Han Yichen, who was sitting next to him, feel ashamed.
After all, if you think about it carefully, Xiaotian is also the husband of their wives, so it's only natural to pamper him. After this self-conquest strategy, Han Yichen suddenly felt fulfilled again.
But Mu Lige, who he thought was indifferent, had a fleeting trace of loneliness in his star-like eyes when he was not looking, so fast that others could not notice it.
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