Jiang Xiaoyue was very frustrated.
Although the bed in the room arranged by the Blacksmith Association was not a large double bed, it had more than enough room for two "children."
Yet the moment Jiang Xiaoyue opened her eyes, she found herself squeezed to the edge of the bed. Warm breath brushed gently against her from behind. Jiang Mingyuan, in his female form, held Jiang Xiaoyue in his arms, one arm draped over her.
"Daddy! Move over! Xiaoyue's about to fall onto the floor."
Jiang Xiaoyue scooted her little bottom backward, but found she could not budge at all. She reached out blindly with her little hands, intending to move Jiang Mingyuan's hand away first, but as she felt around, she noticed something wrong.
"Huh? Why are there two hands?"
"Wait, this hand isn't Daddy's!"
The trace of drowsiness Jiang Xiaoyue had still felt vanished completely.
She hurriedly turned her head.
There were two hands, one large and one small, with the smaller one held tightly in the larger one.
Jiang Xiaoyue struggled to get up. Standing on the bed with both feet, she looked behind Jiang Mingyuan and instantly froze.
Three people were actually crammed into this bed. Jiang Mingyuan held her, while Tang Wulin held Jiang Mingyuan.
It was already early morning, and with all Jiang Xiaoyue's commotion, Tang Wulin had woken up.
He raised a hand and gently tugged Jiang Xiaoyue's wrist. With his other hand, he held a finger to his lips.
"Shh. Keep your voice down, Xiaoyue."
Jiang Mingyuan had not been woken by Jiang Xiaoyue's commotion. He had overindulged last night, and the alcohol had not yet completely left his system.
Tang Wulin raised a hand and smoothed the stray strands of hair across Jiang Mingyuan's forehead. The excitement in his heart had not