The Evil Wife's Wild Husband (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 120

Done.

Yun Siyu glared at the big character on the bed, rolled up his sleeves, held the brush in his hand, and said angrily, "I'll go first this time."

Feng Lingxi leaned on the bed and watched the father and son play the word game. It was simple - they didn't have to write a specific word, just one stroke at a time, taking turns to form a random character. At the beginning, there were many choices, but once a character was formed, there was no choice but to write it stroke by stroke. Whoever wrote the last stroke won.

At first, they didn't necessarily want to write the same character. A character that was originally planned could be ruined by the other person's stroke, and they had to choose another one. It was actually quite challenging.

However, the father and son didn't use their brains at all. They just wrote whatever they wanted and relied on luck.

The little boy had a good memory, and Feng Lingxi's education was ahead of his time, so he recognized some simple characters. However, he couldn't write them. It was more accurate to say that he was drawing the characters.

Yun Siyu didn't have a habit of bullying children, and he was too lazy to count strokes. Yet, he still took advantage of the little boy because he recognized more characters than him.

But he actually lost to the little boy. It was unbearable!

Feng Lingxi looked at his enthusiastic appearance, smiled lightly, reached out and hugged his waist, and pinched him. Yun Siyu's hand shook, and a drop of ink was thrown out. Fortunately, they had prepared for it and put an extra layer on the bed, otherwise the sheets would have been ruined.

"Xi. . . wait a minute, let me finish writing first."

Actually, Yun Siyu just said it casually and never thought about what to say after finishing writing. But Feng Lingxi couldn't help but think a little more, so she went over and hugged him, covering him with her sleeve and putting her hand into his clothes.

Finally, the Idle King remembered not to let the little one see.

Yun Siyu finally finished writing, with a slight blush on his face, and muttered softly, "The little one is still here. . ."

The little one was still seriously frowning and thinking, holding the brush tightly in his small hand. However, the way he held the brush was really not commendable.

Feng Lingxi glanced at him and said, "Chuxue, it's time to sleep."

The little one kept shaking his head, almost lying on the snow-white rice paper.

Feng Lingxi said softly, "Children need to sleep more to grow up quickly. If you don't sleep, you won't grow up. The orangutan will go find a handsome brother, you know!"

The little one instantly raised his head, pouted, and tears welled up in his eyes, "Orangutan. . ."

Yexing flashed out without looking at anyone and picked up the little one, obviously dissatisfied with the irresponsible mother.

The little one was still pitifully sniffing and shouting, "Orangutan, don't find a handsome brother. . . I don't like handsome brothers. . ." "Okay."

Night Star always spoke concisely, but always understood Little Bun's intentions.

The Idle King didn't care about Night Star's dissatisfaction and simply threw the pile of things on the bed into the corner, then rolled onto the bed with Yun Siyu in her arms.

After their intimacy, Yun Siyu lay softly in her arms and hummed, "This is not right. . ."

Feng Lingxi raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "What's not right?"