He had already decided to stay up for a few more months. When his son was two years old, he would suggest that his wife and son sleep in separate rooms. Boys should learn to sleep independently early and not always sleep with their parents like girls. Otherwise, they would raise a dependent son.
As he thought about this, he stripped Tong Lu of her clothes impatiently, then stripped himself of his own. He touched her all over his body. As the saying went, absence makes the heart grow fonder. His hormones were high, and the room was filled with an increasingly ambiguous atmosphere.
However, just as he was about to get fired up, Leng Yejin suddenly felt as if there was a dagger on his back. He turned his head abruptly and saw Xiao-Xiaoye standing on the crib. She was fuming with anger and had her hands on her waist. She was staring straight at them.