It was midnight.
Liumu's family finally lay down in bed.
After Han finished bathing Muhan, all three of them collapsed onto the sofa together.
"Dad, Mom, are you tired? If you are, you don't have to tell me a story tonight."
"I'm not tired!"
Liumu took a deep breath and immediately sat up, getting ready to carry Muhan off to bed.
"Then can we not listen to The Little Girl Who Sold Nuclear Bombs tonight?"
Liumu: ...
"The Little Girl Who Sold Nuclear Bombs?"
Liumu gave Han a surprised look.
He had never told Muhan that story.
He had only told it to Han once, just before she gave birth.
"Dad, can I have a little brother or sister?"
Liumu: ???
Han: ???
"Why? Do you get bored on your own?"
Liumu guessed.
Muhan was a little more outgoing than Han.
But only a tiny bit.
As an only daughter growing older, she might indeed feel a little lonely.
Muhan nodded.
"I want to be like Xiaochi and have younger siblings. That way, I won't be the lowest-ranking person in the family anymore."
Liumu: ...
The lowest-ranking person?
So that was the reason?
Liumu felt helpless.
"Maybe you'll have younger siblings someday."
As Liumu spoke, he stole a glance at Han.
Han noticed and immediately glared at him.
Liumu gave Muhan a sheepish smile. "It's getting late. Time for my little girl to go to bed."
"But you haven't promised me yet!"
"How am I supposed to promise that?"
Liumu muttered, "If you don't sleep, how are your younger siblings supposed to come along?"
Were they supposed to pop out of a rock?
"If I go back to my room, can I have younger siblings?" Muhan looked up at Liumu innocently. "Then can I have a little brother and a