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  At dawn of the next day.

  Youyou’s sleep was shrouded in nightmares, and beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

  In his dreams, he was sandwiched by two gigantic walls; he felt heavily oppressed to the point of suffocation.

  He tried running for his life desperately, but his efforts were in vain. Gasping for breath, he was about to be crushed by the two looming walls when he woke up with a jolt.

  Waking up from his sleep, he felt unusually squashed.

  He struggled to keep his eyelids open, looked up, and, with a start, saw his mother’s sleeping profile beside him.

  He moved to get up from bed, but when he flipped over, his father’s handsome profile loomed before his face.

  Anger rose from his heart. He strove to sit up, but something was pressing heavily on him.

  He looked at what was on top of him and discovered half of Little Yichen’s body sprawled across his; one of the latter’s lower limbs was on top of Mu Yazhe’s slender legs.

  He managed to wriggle himself out of the tight space and sat up on the bed to have a final gander.

  His mother was hugging him, and in return, his father was hugging her, with him in the middle of them. The pair of looming walls in his nightmare could be attributed to these two.

  Her sleeping posture was orderly and peaceful, whereas his older’s was the worst. Half of his brother’s body was on top of him with one leg on his father. His sleeping posture was too atrocious to describe.

  It was no wonder that he could hardly breathe in his sleep!

  Of course, he would have nightmares with this heavy fellow on top of him!

  Youyou tugged at his brother’s head unhappily, only to have him turn over and lie his entire body on him. Now, his leg was lying flatly on Mu Yazhe’s face.

  The man disgruntledly pushed his foot away with his eyes closed.

  The boy returned his foot onto his father’s face, knitting his brows in displeasure.

  His father pushed it away once more.

  His son returned the foot on his face again.

  Thus, the father-son pair’s little tussle went back and forth in this fashion.

  Youyou rolled his eyes at this scene. Groggy from lack of sleep this early in the morning, he was easily getting fed up.

  In a fit of anger, he grabbed his brother’s ear and pinched hard.

  Little Yichen was rudely awakened by the pain. Tumbling on the bed, he flipped over, crawled into a sitting position, and surveyed his surroundings. He then saw his brother’s fuming, sleepy face.

  “What is it?”


  He rubbed his eyes and asked innocently.

  “Look at you; how did you sleep in that posture?” His brother interrogated him with arms placed across his chest.

  He looked down quizzically. “What’s wrong with the way I sleep?”


  “Your entire body was lying on top of me. Are you trying to squash me to death?” The younger twin accused him with much displeasure and grievance.

  The boy rubbed his tousled fringe, looked up, and pouted his lips. Looking wronged, he cried, “I didn’t do it on purpose! Why are you so fierce to me?”


  “.……”


  “Besides, my body wasn’t entirely on you.”


  “Mu Yichen, is your sleeping posture always this unseemly?” Youyou’s eyes gleamed dangerously.

  “No. Why do you call my sleeping posture as unseemly?”


  “How can you not consider this as unseemly? Do you want to go to heaven?!” The younger boy exploded and pinched his cheeks.