You Are My Entire World

"..." Mommy Peach looked helplessly at her daughter. Hey, all of them are also children. Why is there such a big difference? When Peach is okay, he often makes dumplings for himself, but the package is the same as it looks. The dust has never been wrapped, and a perfect dumpling comes out as soon as you get started.

But think about it again. After all, Peach is only six years old, and two years younger than Dust. It's good to be able to pack dumplings that are crooked. Such a thought suddenly felt more comforting.

With the help of Shen Mochen, the dumplings were packed very fast. After a while, the bamboo bridles were already filled with round dumplings.

Mommy Mom went to dumplings with great satisfaction, leaving Peaches and Shen Mochen in the house, his eyes wide open.

"That...husband, are you still angry?" Peach gave Shen Mochen a careful look, thinking for a long time, or she would break the silence.

"Humph." Shen Mochen glanced at her and continued to pick up the reading textbook on the table and looked at it seriously.

He touched the gray of his nose again.

Peaches touched his head in dismay, and jumped off the chair and went to the kitchen to help his mother.

After dinner, Mommy Peaches washed and brushed the two children, and took a new quilt to spread on Peaches’ bed, and began to urge the two of them to go to bed quickly.

"Children have to go to bed early and get up early!" Mommy Mommy stood with her hands on her hips, stood at the door of Momoko's room, educated her rightfully, and went back to her room to watch TV.

Peach and Shen Mochen sat on the bed alone and looked at each other.

Shen Mochen had the habit of reading a book before going to bed, so he turned on the lamp and leaned on the head of the bed, carefully looking at the book in his hand.

Peaches shrunk in the bed, watching the lamp reflect Shen Mochen's side face. His eyelashes were long, curled and curled. At the moment, he was half drooping, leaving a halo in the eye socket. His nose was very straight. He When reading a book, I like to squeeze my lips tightly. Peaches looks at it, and falls asleep unconsciously.

Shen Mochen's eyes finally shifted from the book to Peach's sleeping face.

Her face was very white, and she was nestled in a warm blanket at the moment, with a hint of blush faintly, her big round eyes were tightly closed on weekdays, and her long and short eyelashes quivered gently in her sleep. Ruddy's little mouth opened slightly, and it looked very cute. Even and long breathing slowly flowed from her slightly bulging nose.

"Stupid!" Shen Mochen's delicate eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and she muttered softly at the sleeping peach, thinking about it, and stretched out her hand on the peach's round cheeks, and her face felt slippery. Softly, when she pulled hard, her small mouth that had been beeping was pulled into a straight line.

Shen Mochen finally lifted the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, turned off the lamp, and slept with his back toward Peach.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt something continually drilling into my quilt. Shen Mochen turned over, and was embraced by Peach, a pair of little feet climbed up without accident.

Again.

Shen Mochen rolled his eyes reluctantly, using both hands and feet, and chopped the peach sticking to him.

"Wow--!!!" No surprise, peach's cries sounded again in his ears, which seemed extremely harsh on this silent night.