An Ning pushed away Yu Jingchen's arm and lay down on the bed cooperatively.
Qianqian, in his white pajamas, also lay down beside his mother and then wrapped his short, chubby arms tightly around her waist.
But that wasn't enough, he seriously urged, "Mommy, you have to hold me tight too!"
"Okay." An Ning cooperatively wrapped her arms around Qianqian's small body. "Is this right?"
Yu Ziqian took his posture seriously, then nodded his head. "Not bad, this will do."
Then he lay back down.
Yu Jingchen, half-reclining at the feet of mother and son, chuckled and teased his son. "Is this how you plan to sleep with your wife? Isn't that just like holding a teddy bear? Why not just take your teddy bear back to your own room and sleep there, huh?"
Yu Ziqian frowned, a look of confusion on his face. "Aren't you holding Ningning in your sleep the same way?"
