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Éditeur: Henyee Translations
The three little fellows had already slept for half an hour. The three of them lay in Yan Jiuchao's arms, their little heads resting on his arms and chest. Their little hands were tugging at his clothes, and there were still tears on their eyelashes.
"Young Master." Uncle Wan walked into the house. "It's almost dawn. Carry the little young masters back to the room. You should rest too."
After a tiring night, it was time for him to rest. It was not like he was made of iron.
Yan Jiuchao did not say anything. He carried the three little fellows back to his room and placed them on the soft bed. He used to sleep on a hard bed, but the three little fellows loved soft beds. Although they did not come to his room often, he always prepared them.
The three little fellows suddenly left their father's arms and rolled around uncomfortably. They only curled up and fell asleep when the three brothers were tightly pressed against each other.