"No...!" Mu Beiting suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Ye Anxin's wrist, gently pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.
Ye Anxin gently patted his handsome face, soothing him, "Uncle, I'm very tired, let's stop fooling around! You're already thirty-five, an adult, and you're always competing with your five-year-old son. People would laugh if they knew!"
Mu Beiting said aggrievedly, "I just don't like you sleeping with him!"
Ye Anxin emphasized, "I wasn't sleeping with him, I was just telling him a bedtime story!"
Mu Beiting stubbornly said, "Lying on the same bed means sleeping!"
"...!" Ye Anxin couldn't help but roll her eyes, pulling Mu Beiting to lie on the bed with her, "Uncle, I'm so tired, let's sleep first, okay? We can talk about this another day!" She said, yawning lazily and closing her eyes.
