You'll Sleep With Mom Next Time, Right, Dad?

After a while, Ji Shiting's eyes started to burn.

Ye Shengge was right. The two kids were indeed glib-tongued. He didn't know who they had inherited it from.

The two kids even shared their hobbies with him and dragged him to their toy house, collection room, as well as their rooms.

In the end, they took Ji Shiting to the master bedroom.

"Mom usually sleeps here."

"Mom can only sleep alone. Sometimes, my brother and I come in to sleep with her."

"Dad, you'll sleep with Mom in the future, right?"

Ji Shiting looked at the bed in the bedroom and imagined some scenes from last night. He swallowed hard and said, "Of course."

"Can Brother and I sleep with Mom and Dad?" Jinqing asked.

Ji Shiting raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Sometimes."

In half an hour, Ji Shiting became familiar with the two kids and Qianfan Villa.

He suddenly realized that he had returned home. This was his home.