After the two little ones finished their meal, they ran to the living room and just stood there, unwilling to sit on the sofa.
The two clung closely together, surveying the decorations in Qiao Jing's house.
Qiao Jing came into the living room and had the two little wooden figurines sit on the sofa.
"There's only one spare bed in my house. Is it okay if you two sleep together?"
Although she wanted the children to sleep in separate beds since boys and girls should be distinguished from a young age, there was only one bed in the guest room.
Or...
She looked up at the man beside her.
"Or Anan can sleep in my bed."
She knew that Zhan Qipei had a severe obsession with cleanliness and probably wouldn't allow the child to sleep in their bed.
Zhan Qipei's dark eyes immediately lit up, looking at the woman with a burning gaze.
His wife was giving up the bed. Could it mean she would sleep with him?
What luck?!
Anan shook her head, glanced at the soft sofa, and blinked her big eyes.