The wife of a promin

A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,"What did you do to my bed" he exclaimed, a spray of water droplets scattering from his freshly washed hair.,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.。