The couple looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and lay down next to Beibei, one on the left and the other on the right.
Song Xiang pushed gently, Yan Han lightly clicked his tongue, and directly pinched the little guy's face.
"Hey!" Song Xiang slapped his paw away, "Be gentle."
"You can't wake me up if you're gentle," he defended.
"Uh-"
Beibei opened his eyes in confusion, snorted twice, glanced left, and then again, before closing his eyes and continuing to sleep.
Song Xiang urged Yan Han, "Quick, quick, make the paper balls."
Yan Han took the piece of paper over, cut it into very small pieces, and pinched three small balls.
"Baby, choose a name." Song Xiang said softly.
Beibei frowned, not happy to be disturbed to sleep.
Yan Han was an efficient man. He put three paper balls on the little guy's hand, held his little wrist, and shook it up and down.
After a while, a paper ball fell down.
Song Xiang took it over and opened it to take a look.
Yan Jingzhou.
She patted her forehead and kissed Beibei, "It's over, honey, you have a heavy burden."
Beibei blinked his eyes and smacked his lips calmly.
Yan Han: "Look, I don't feel any pressure."
He picked up Beibei and held him high, "Good son, you have ambition!"
Song Xiang was speechless.
Beibei moved his legs a little and replied to his father.
"Hurry up and put him down, he's so sleepy."
Yan Han put the child down and flicked Beibei's face with his fingers, "Settled?"
Song Xiang nodded, "That's it, I can't think of anything better anyway."
Seeing that she was also sleepy, Yan Yanhan stood up with Beibei in his arms, "I'll send him over. You lie down and wait for me to come back and sleep."
Song Xiang smiled and moved up, lifted the quilt and lay in, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Yan Han then went out, handed Beibei to his aunt, and told him to be careful.
When he returned to the room, he found that all the lights were out and only the bedside lamp was on.
He walked over gently, lifted the quilt, went in and hugged the person.
Song Xiang closed her eyes and looked like she was asleep, but her eyelashes were moving.
Yan Han stood up and put his arms on her side, "What are you trying to do?"
Song Xiang chuckled, "Who is cheating?"
"What I just said doesn't count."
Song Xiang opened his eyes and looked at him narrowly, "Huh? Didn't someone say that he didn't need it?"
"I didn't say."
"You said it."
Tsk.
Song Xiang turned around and buried herself in his arms. She couldn't stop laughing. She stretched out her hand and poked his waist, "You're worthless."
Yan Han leaned over and kissed her neck, "With you, what future do I have?"
Song Xiang dodged his movements, "Get out of here, don't touch me."
Yan Han cleared his throat, restrained himself from provoking her, and just looked at her quietly.
Song Xiang clearly felt his changes, and the corners of her mouth moved again and again. She opened her eyes and looked at him lazily, "Lie down and pull up the quilt."
"Why?"
"Aren't you thin-skinned?" She looked at him with a smile and said, "Cover it with the quilt."
Yan Han was pinched by her and couldn't help but bite her lip, "Just wait, when the time comes, I will deal with you immediately."
Song Xiang laughed, turned over and pushed him down, pulled up the quilt and covered both of them.
The room was quiet, and I could only hear her whispering: "Don't say harsh words yet, please, I'll deal with you first."