My wife is squeamish

Chapter 33 The Careful Anzhi

"Little brother can't sleep with you, little brother has his own room, An Zhi, go to sleep." Gong Zhan squatted down, helped her take off her shoes, and pinched her round and tender feet.

After hearing his words, An Zhi's small face immediately swelled into a bun, and reluctantly climbed back on the bed, dragging the pillow over the back of her head.

Lying on his back on the bed, Heishuishui rolled his big eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Gong Zhan who was about to leave, coquettishly, "Little brother, tell a story."

"Okay, what do you want to hear today, Zhizhi?" Gong Zhan's slender index finger slid across a row of bookshelves on the head of the bed, waiting for Anzhi to say his name.

"Well, Zhizhi wants to listen to One Thousand and One Nights." An Zhi smiled, and a hint of cunning flashed in his big watery eyes.

Gong Zhan, who was busy getting books, didn't realize that One Thousand and One Nights was slightly longer than other story books.

"long, long ago……"

Gong Zhan's low tone slowly resounded...

When the third story was read, Gong Zhan lowered his eyes and saw that An Zhi was holding the quilt with his little hands. He seemed to have fallen asleep and put down the book to leave.

But she suddenly opened her eyes, "Little brother, Zhizhi hasn't fallen asleep yet."

"Little guy, you seem to be very excited tonight." Gong Zhan said helplessly, pulling her little nose.

Usually at this time, An Zhi has already fallen asleep, and today he still played in the playground all day, is it because he catches up on sleep in the afternoon.

He didn't catch up on sleep, but he was really tired.

But An Zhi didn't sleep, he still wanted to continue telling her stories, he regained his energy, and read to An Zhi one by one.

After thinking about it, finally, Gong Zhan fell asleep first.

The book in his hand fell directly on the quilt. An Zhi looked at the little brother who had his eyes closed and breathed evenly. He squinted his eyes and smiled like a little fox who stole a chicken.

Sitting up, carefully removed the book, covered the little brother with a quilt, then got into his arms, grabbed his arm, put it on his waist, and rubbed it lightly.

Close your eyes happily.

……

morning.

Gong Zhan's biological clock made him open his eyes on time. He looked at the ceiling, frowned, lowered his eyes, and saw An Zhi who was sleeping warmly in his arms.

He choked in his throat, almost unable to breathe.

His last memory was on telling An Zhi a story, but he fell asleep, why didn't An Zhi wake him up?

Gong Zhan is a smart person, he combined An Zhi's request last night, and then thought about the scene of her refusing to sleep when he was telling the story.

It soon became clear that this little guy did it on purpose.

"So narrow-minded." Gong Zhan smiled and tapped the tip of her nose, not feeling angry.

"Well."

An Zhi felt her nose itchy, stretched out her small hand and waved it, trying to drive away the things that disturbed her sleep, and smacked her lips.

Rubbing in Gong Zhan's arms.

Gong Zhan touched his little face that was flushed from sleep, "Anzhi, Anzhi, wake up, the sun is drying your butt, if you don't wake up, there will be no breakfast."

"Why don't you give Zhizhi breakfast." An Zhi muttered with his eyes closed.

Gong Zhan was taken aback for a moment, propped himself up slightly, lowered his head, and stared at the little guy's face carefully, trying to see clearly whether she was really sleeping or faking it.

An Zhi tried her best to close her eyes, but the trembling eyelashes betrayed her.

"...Okay, stop pretending to be asleep." Gong Zhan directly exposed her without giving any face.

An Zhi pursed his lips and opened his eyes, accusing him, "My little brother is bad... he didn't even give him a kiss, so he woke him up."

　Gong Zhan: I knew she shouldn't watch TV last night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)