Zhu Juntang could not help thinking of the time in the Phoenix Dynasty, when Little Immortal Sheep and Big Immortal Sheep had run freely and carefree across the vast, endless green prairie.
When Little Immortal Sheep grew tired of playing, Big Immortal Sheep would hold her in her arms and gaze at her with boundless affection, letting her sleep sweetly and peacefully.
There had been no Yan Qingcheng, no Liu Biaobiao, no second, third, or fourth children, nor any of those various gestational sacs—only Little Immortal Sheep and Big Immortal Sheep.
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So she had already left the dream long ago. She had simply not awakened until now.
Zhu Juntang steadied herself, angrily stomped on Liu Chang'an's foot, then turned and ran toward Baolong Center. Today simply was not a day for playing.
Yan Qingcheng knew Zhu Juntang was Daddy's little padded jacket, so she would be Daddy's little slippers!
A little padded jacket was soft, adorable, and warm. Yan Qingcheng knew that, in terms of cuteness, she could never compare to Zhu Juntang, so she had taken another path and chosen the image of little slippers.
Like Tea Tea, slippers quietly conformed to you, making you gradually grow accustomed to how perfectly they fit, until eventually you could no longer do without them.
Little padded jackets also had to come off often, while people wore slippers far more often than little padded jackets throughout the year!
Especially for Liu Chang'an, who had no shortage of women to warm and comfort him. No matter how warm and comfortable a little padded jacket was, he could still take it off