Then Nan Sichen was squeezed awake.
He only felt something soft and tender rubbing against him, but had no idea what it was. When he opened his eyes, he was met with Nianzhi's face, which looked remarkably similar to his own.
He was slightly startled, then reached out his big hand to pull Nianzhi over. Gently and quietly, he moved Qin Yin's arm, then lifted Nianzhi by the collar, pulling him off the bed and asked in a low, slightly lazy voice, "What are you doing?"
Nianzhi's short arms and legs waved about chaotically in the air until Nan Sichen finally placed him on the ground.
Clenching his little fists, Nianzhi said angrily, "Why does Daddy have to hog Mommy? If I had known, I wouldn't have let Mommy be with you. Before, it was always Nianzhi sleeping with Mommy; Mommy held Nianzhi every night."
"You're a big boy now; you don't need Mommy to hold you. Sleep on your own from now on." Nan Sichen lightly lectured Nianzhi.
