The next morning, Xu Mumu was woken up by the little one. The little one had woken up, or perhaps not.
He found himself lying in his parents' room and was happily rolling around on the bed. He had never slept with both of his parents before.
Ever since he could remember, he had slept in his own little bed, always by himself.
His mother's embrace was fragrant and soft, and he particularly liked it.
"Your mother is still sleeping, don't move around, or I'll throw you out." Watching the little one move back and forth, Yin Yang lowered his voice threateningly.
"Ooh." The little brat obediently stayed still, staring at his sleeping mother in front of him.
"I'm already awake." Having heard the entire conversation between the father and son, Xu Mumu felt quite touched. The little one was so considerate, she felt her life was worth it.
"Do you want to sleep a bit longer?" Yin Yang looked at Xu Mumu with concern.
"No need." Xu Mumu shook her head.
