Fucha Muyin suddenly woke up from her dream. She sat up suddenly. At this time, Ai Yihong next to her was also woken up by Fucha Muyin and sat up. He gently hugged Fucha Muyin, who was still short of breath.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Fucha Muyin shook his head gently.
"It's okay, I just had a dream," Fucha Muyin leaned into Ai Yihong's arms and hugged Ai Yihong with both hands.
"I dreamed of Yong Lian and Yong Cong again," Ai Yihong kissed Fucha Muyin's forehead softly and comfortingly.
"Honey, I believe they will become your children again, but this time they are ours, are you right?" Fucha Muyin looked at Ai Yihong and nodded with a smile,
"Yeah, yes, ours," and then kissed Ai Yihong on the cheek,
"Thank you, husband," Ai Yihong obviously didn't want to accept such a perfunctory kiss. He squinted slightly and looked at Fucha Muyin,
"That's how you thanked me. You're not sincere enough." Before Fucha Muyin could say anything, Ai Yihong pushed Fucha Muyin onto the bed.
"This is enough, do you know, wife?" Fucha Muyin smiled and patted Ai Yihong lightly.
"Why are you so annoying,"
"I hate it so much, so don't you like it?" Ai Yihong then pulled the quilt over them.
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