C61 I Can't Sleep with My Wife

She wanted to change the sheets, but the only change of bed linen in her house had been taken away by the big sister.

"Mommy." An Xiaomo pushed open the door and entered. "Mommy, I'm done washing."

As he spoke, he slipped into the blanket.

She helped An Xiaomo fold the corner of the blanket and got up to leave, but An Xiaomo held her by the wrist. "Mummy, will Daddy sleep with us?"

An Zhimo sighed helplessly, "Little Mo, you have to call him daddy today, right?"

An Xiaomo closed her eyes and mouth to take a nap.

Looking at her son's appearance, An Zhimo said helplessly, "Alright, hurry up and go to sleep."

"Yes." An Xiaomo replied softly.

When she started to pack up her things for a bath, she found her towel gone.

While squatting on the ground and hastily rummaging through her luggage, An Zhimo suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her.

It was probably because the man had finished his shower and hadn't turned around to look at her.

"What are you looking for?"

An Zhimo turned around impatiently, only to see Huo Cheng bare-chested, water droplets still dripping down his muscular chest. A pink towel was wrapped around the neatly arranged abdominal muscles. The robotic cat was still smiling at her.

Her towel was on him.

"Who let you use my towel?" An Zhimo stood up abruptly, looking like a tiny lion cub with fried fur.

If An Xiaomo wasn't still in the room, she would have already exploded.

Huo Cheng replied calmly, "I came in a hurry so I didn't bring many things. I can only borrow yours." How about I use Little Mo's? "

Would that be enough to surround him?

An Zhimo bit her lower lip angrily.

Huo Cheng looked at her angry expression and said calmly, "It's fine. I'll give it back to you in a while. I, who don't have a skin disease... "

He looked at An Zhimo's darker face and asked, "You do?"

An Zhimo's finger trembled as she pointed at the man in front of her. "You're crazy!" Your whole family has it! "

Huo Cheng was immediately amused. Looking at An Zhi with a mischievous smile, he said, "It's alright. Even if you had me, I wouldn't mind you."

An Zhimo almost bit her teeth as she hugged her nightgown and stormed into the bathroom.

When he saw her opened shampoo and wet towel, he exploded.

This man did not see himself as an outsider.

Moreover, this was still alright. The bath towel was such a private congratulatory gift. Thinking of her bath towel being wrapped around a certain part of him …

An Zhimo stood on the spot and calmed down for a long time before finally deciding not to fight to the death with that man.

In any case, he was going to get out of here tomorrow, so he decided to spare him this time.

An Zhimo did not even know how she had managed to finish showering. She scrubbed the towel he had used several times on her before putting on her pajamas and walking out of the bathroom.

When she walked into the main house, the lights had already gone out. She looked at a guest room, but there was no one there.

He suddenly had a bad premonition and strode towards his bedroom.

Sure enough, the man was sitting on the sofa, looking at her lazily.

She looked at An Xiaomo, who was fast asleep on the bed beside her, and asked cautiously, "What are you still doing?"

Huo Cheng got up and walked in front of her. He didn't know why, but his collar was opened up with his actions, revealing his firm and powerful chest muscles and his exquisite and tempting collarbone.

An Zhimo shot a glance at him before quickly turning her head, her face burning. "Huh …" "The depths of Huo Cheng …"

Huo Cheng stood still and leaned forward to share a glance with her. "Where should I sleep?"

An Zhimo's face grew even redder, only to discover the other party's mischievous smile. She snorted coldly and said, "Go sleep on the sofa in the living room!"

He probably wouldn't go to his grandma's bedroom. After all, the woman who was looking at him before was staying there. Of course, if he really didn't want to, she could still do it on his behalf.

"Yes."

An Zhimo looked at the man in front of her in astonishment. Since when was this man so easy to talk to?

He walked to the wardrobe and handed the blanket to him. "I'll let you take care of this first."

"Yes." Huo Cheng had become a chatterbox.

An Zhimo helped him to spread it on the sofa, took out the extra pillow and tidied it up before returning to her room.

The bedroom door was already broken from Huo Cheng's attempt to save her, so she closed the door and pushed the sofa against it.

Although Little Mo was in the room with her, she still didn't believe Huo Cheng was deep.

She looked at the sleeping child and pondered for a moment. Then, she got up and lay down inside An Xiaomo's body. She should be fine now.

Because she had An Xiaomo by her side, she slept very well and very comfortably.

However, it was a bit hot in the middle of the night. His entire back felt as if it was being roasted by fire, and his ears, shoulders, and chest were also burning.

She suddenly opened her eyes. She couldn't see anything in the dark space, but she could clearly feel the man that held her in his arms.

As for Little Mo who was outside, it was unknown when she had been inside, but she could hear Huo Cheng's deep, hoarse voice. "Wife, the blankets outside are really hot. I can't sleep …"

An Zhimo pushed away the hand of the man in her pajamas impatiently. With a hoarse voice, she said worriedly, "Don't act recklessly, Little Mo is still here."

Huo Cheng was deep behind her. He held her tightly and pressed against her lower abdomen. After panting for a long time, he whispered, "Be good, I won't touch it. Sleep."

Then he really didn't move. He just stayed in that position and closed his eyes to take a nap.

However, there was something else pressing against her lower back while she was being tightly hugged like this. She was not as calm as a man. His whole body felt uncomfortable, but he was afraid of waking Xiao Mo, so he forced himself to sleep.

Originally, she thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep until daybreak, so she quickly fell asleep.

When An Zhimo opened her eyes, she saw Huo Cheng holding An Xiaomo's hand and kissing his forehead.

"Daddy's hands!" An Xiaomo also knew to remind men of their injured arms.

However, Huo Cheng didn't seem to mind, "It's fine, we can still carry our Little Mo."

"Haha …" The child's bell-like laughter rang out.

"Don't wake Mom up. Let her sleep a little longer."

"Yes." An Xiaomo agreed obediently.

The scene in front of her was too warm and cozy. Smiling lightly, she closed her eyes once again.

Huo Cheng walked out of the bedroom with his son in his arms.

The kettle on the stove outside was still warm, so he helped An Xiaomo wash up.

An Xiaomo was very obedient from the beginning to the end. Huo Cheng helped him clean the toothpaste on his face, waiting obediently until he didn't have to do anything himself.

Huo Cheng noticed that the weather was a little cold, so he put on An Xiaomo's coat and walked out the door, holding her hand.

The young and the young went out to buy breakfast. Huo Cheng went to the small supermarket to buy cigarettes while An Xiaomo obediently queued up to buy soy milk and youtiao.

Right at this moment, Aunt Liu also went to buy something, "Little Mo, why are you here by yourself?"

"My dad is at the supermarket nearby." An Xiaomo answered obediently.

"Your father?" Aunt Liu curiously looked at the small supermarket next door and saw a tall and big figure standing in front of the door, waiting to pay.

Aunt Liu couldn't help but ask, "Little Mo, is this your father?"