Chapter 1729: 1729 sleep together 2 Little Ye’er stuck his little tongue out, using his two small hands to point at the corners of his eyes and the corner of his mouth, making a funny face. “Little devil.” Xiao Yuchuan’s eyes were full of affection. Su Qingyue saw that the father and son had already made their plans, and she went along with them. She lay on the bed, and Little Ye’er chose to sleep in the middle. Xiao Yuchuan stretched out his long arms and embraced both his wife and son. Little Ye’er was squished, and protested with a muffled voice, “Hey, don’t squeeze so hard, I’m almost flattened into a flatbread.” “You really do look like a flatbread…” Yuchuan laughed heartily. “Don’t think I can’t hear you saying I’m flat. Want to get smacked, right?” Little Ye’er sighed in a faux dramatic way, “Being flat isn’t my fault, I’m your son, so it’s Dad’s genes that aren’t good. Do you understand genes? Mom taught me, simply put, you didn’t pass down good genes to me.” “You little brat!” Xiao Yuchuan lightly tapped his son’s head, “You really are asking for it, saying you’re flat when you’re obviously round, huh? Look how your mother has fed you so well. Daring to say my genes are bad, see if I don’t squish you…” He pinched his son’s little arm, and Little Ye’er pinched back, “I can pinch you too…” “Pinch again…” Xiao Yuchuan simply used both hands to pinch his son’s chubby flesh, of course, he was careful not to use too much force, afraid of hurting the little rascal. Little Ye’er resorted to using his hands and feet, lying on Xiao Yuchuan’s body, pinching and squeezing, applying much more pressure than his father. Xiao Yuchuan cooperatively exclaimed, “Little brat, you’re so heavy-handed, see how I deal with you…” For a while, the father and son started to wrestle on the bed. Su Qingyue feared she’d get caught up in their antics, so she kept moving to the edge of the bed, nearly falling off. Watching the father and son play so happily, her heart strangely calmed, feeling that this scene was truly heartwarming. “Careful, don’t move too far out, falling down wouldn’t be good.” Xiao Yuchuan stopped playing with his son, inserted a hand under his wife’s back, clutched her two legs, and moved her to the inner side of the bed, while he lay on the outer side, “I’ll sleep on the outside, you sleep inside, so you won’t fall.” Little Ye’er sat in the middle of the bed, his round eyes staring at him, “Didn’t expect you to be quite considerate.” “Humph, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Xiao Yuchuan puffed up jokingly. Ye’er, acting like a little adult, waved his little hand, “Alright, today this baby won’t bully you, time to sleep.” With a magnanimous and gracious demeanor. “You think you can bully me…” Xiao Yuchuan wanted to laugh, turtle son… no, precious son. Calling his own son a turtle would make him a turtle dad, wouldn’t it? “Don’t underestimate me.” Little Ye’er copied his tone, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Imitating him word for word. Xiao Yuchuan affectionately patted his son’s little head, “Alright, time to sleep, your mother and I have been traveling day and night to get back, we’re tired. From now on, no more talking.” “Okay.” Little Ye’er obediently lay down, snuggling up to his mother, closing his eyes, probably tired from playing, soon entering dreamland. Xiao Yuchuan turned to his side, looking at the son sleeping between him and his wife, his son’s little eyes, little nose, and little mouth, little eyebrows… No matter how he looked, he seemed cute. Though his son was much more handsome than him, his aura and demeanor were just like his own everywhere.