The Yellow-haired Devil, ruling the world

It is comfortable enough to just enjoy Wenger helping me take a bath. I can’t help but think about how sweetly I will sleep in Wenger’s arms tonight.

And it was not like when I was with Anna, where I would suddenly feel Anna wake up in the middle of a sleep, look at me with seductive eyes, lick the corner of her mouth with her little tongue, and then have another battle.

Ammons feels relieved being with Wenger, at least Wenger will not do anything to him now.

Besides, he is just a little boy with a relatively good physique. Wenger can't be so perverted as to harm a little boy, right?

Ammons was extremely relaxed and enjoying himself, but Wenger was extremely tormented inside.

Giving the little boy Ammons a bath was enough to make Wenger's heart almost beat out. Although Wenger was not conscious of that aspect, she still unconsciously caught a glimpse of Ammons's baby dragon.

Even though he is still a child, his body size is already so amazing. Wenger doesn't dare to imagine what it would feel like when Ammons is with his daughter in normal state.

Just thinking about Wenger made his brain start to heat up severely, and it was not until he carried Ammons out of the bathroom that he felt better.

But then Wenger realized another tormenting thing: Ammons was with him tonight.

So, when the lights in the room dimmed, Ammons had already laid down in his own comfortable bed, which was much more comfortable than the best pillow.

Not only was it warm enough to sleep in, but it also had a refreshing fragrance, and Ammons could already foresee how well he would sleep tonight.

So Ammons fell asleep happily, not paying any attention to Wenger beside him.

As for Wenger, she couldn't sleep.

How can you sleep like this?

Wenger's heart was roaring, feeling the heaviness in his chest and the touch of the hair on the back of his head, his heart was beating like a drum.

Ammons was almost curled up in Wenger's arms. Wenger's slender hands hugged Ammons from behind, trying to make Ammons sleep more comfortably.

Spiritually speaking, this was the ultimate enjoyment, but the physical torture made Wenger unable to sleep at all.

It was not because of the discomfort or awkward posture, but because holding such a lovely Ammons in his arms and looking at his charming sleeping face, Weng could not forget it even if he closed his eyes.

So cute, so cute, so cute!

Wenger didn't know what was wrong with her, she seemed to have awakened a morbid liking for little boys.

But Wenger has only had contact with Ammons. To be precise, this should only be the case with the little boy-looking Ammons.

In fact, Wenger always has a sense of aversion to men deep down in his heart, but it is not obvious when it comes to Ammons.

Because of her past experiences, Wenger could hardly trust any man's lies, but Ammons was so special that she couldn't hate him and even wanted to trust him.

Moreover, he is his daughter's boyfriend and future family member, so Wenger is subconsciously getting close to Ammons.

But the mental wounds cannot be healed so easily, so Ammons' progress in attacking Wenger under normal circumstances is actually very slow.

But Ammons is different when he is in little boy form.

Cute, harmless, pure, as if he could be controlled and dominated in my hands at will. He would not betray me and could only stay in my arms.

Such Ammons made Wenger extremely obsessed, and after losing his restraint, Wenger became more obsessed with Ammons.

Wenger felt that she was afraid that she would not be able to sleep tonight. Although they were just lying together, Wenger's strategy progress would increase significantly after tonight, and her feelings for Ammons would become heavier.

Perhaps Ammons' image in her mind gradually changed from a relative who needed to get along with her in a friendly manner.

Once the desire for exclusivity arises, one is not far from downfall.

One person in Wenger's family slept well tonight, but three of them stayed awake for almost the whole night.

Wenger was naturally one of the ones who suffered from insomnia. After peeping all night and finding out that they were really just lying together, Loranti also suffered from insomnia all night.

Looking at Ammons who was sleeping like a dead pig, a bold idea came to Loranti's mind.

If Ammons is alone every night, then can I sneak attack him?

The little devil in Loranti's heart began to occupy her brain.

As for the last one——

"Ammons~Brother~"

Anna's room was full of spring colors, although the one in the evening was still unforgettable.

Chapter 221: Wenger doesn’t want to be a thieving cat

The next morning, Ammons woke up refreshed. After stretching comfortably in Wenger's arms, Ammons' brain started to work again.

I slept really well last night. Why don’t you come to Wenger’s place to rest more often in the future?

Ammons even had an urge to lie down and take another nap, so he lay down again in an instant.

Don't worry, don't worry. I have plenty of time anyway and there's nothing important to do right now. What's wrong with indulging myself a little?

But when Ammons lay down again, the feeling from the back of his head was not a soft pillow, but a pair of extremely elastic large pillows!

Ammons looked back and saw Wenger's pretty face which looked a little haggard.

"Good morning, Ammons~"

Wenger forced herself to smile and gently stroked Ammons who was lying in her arms.

Looking at the fatigue and faint dark circles in Wenger's eyes, Ammons could already imagine how bad her sleep quality was last night.

its not right?

Why do Mitis, Anna, Nora and others all feel refreshed after waking up? This shouldn't be because they don't sleep well, right?

Ammons fell into reflection. He thought that Wenger's poor sleep must have something to do with him, but why could he still disturb Wenger when he was so honest last night?

Ammons couldn't think of an answer. It couldn't be that Wenger was so upset that he couldn't sleep all night?

Ammons stared at Wenger with his innocent big eyes. Wenger didn't know what he was thinking about. He looked away embarrassedly and didn't dare to look at Ammons.

Well, my guess might be true. Wenger wouldn’t have done anything to me last night, right?

Ammons checked his body instantly.

Well, it's normal, very healthy, no problem at all.

Wenger didn't do anything to me, so could it be that he was trying to control himself from doing anything to me so he endured it all night and didn't sleep at all?

Ammons felt he had the answer this time.

I didn’t expect you to be such a Wenger!

The corners of Ammons' mouth curled up charmingly, and he smiled brightly at Wenger.

"Good morning Wenger. You look like you didn't sleep well. Why don't you lie down and continue to rest?"

Ammons looked at Wenger with concern, and even turned around and reached out to touch Wenger's forehead to check her temperature.

There was only so much space on the bed, and Ammons was already in Wenger's arms, but now Wenger had nowhere to escape.

So Wenger could only watch as Ammons put his hand on his forehead like a little adult to take his temperature.

"Well, Wenger is not sick, he just didn't get enough rest."

"Is it because of me? Wenger should get some rest soon."

Ammons left Wenger's arms, then asked Wenger to lie down, covered her with a blanket, and forced her back.

Wenger wanted to resist, but seeing Ammons' face full of guilt, which seemed like he would blame himself for the whole day if he didn't do something, Wenger had no choice but to obey.

So now it was Wenger lying on the bed, and Ammons standing by the bed taking care of her.

"Okay, Wenger, you can rest assured. I will take care of Anna for you. You should also take care of yourself and don't tire yourself out."

There was a gentle smile on Ammons' face, and Wenger, who was lying down, could only look up at Ammons who was standing.

Although Ammons still looks like a little boy, his image has become taller in Wenger's eyes.

Those gentle words were full of care and love for oneself.

For some reason, Wenger's forehead, which was not too hot to begin with, began to become scorching hot, as if it was burned by fire.

Being taken care of like this, being treated tenderly, and being allowed to rest assured while taking care of his daughter, isn't this simply what a husband should do! ?

Wenger's brain was working rapidly, and Ammons' figure almost filled her mind.

Wenger's XP is very strange. Because of her mental trauma, she only opens her heart to the little boy without any instinctive rejection.

Now Ammons' behavior is simply a perfect young...young husband in Wenger's eyes?

If the two sides swapped genders, Ammons would now be a little blonde girl who has eyes full of tenderness and takes care of you by your bedside.

Is this heart-warming?

Of course this is exciting!

Especially since you were together last night and you were throbbing all night because of her, and now your tired spirit is healed like this, it's like being in heaven.

Wenger closed his eyes happily. The fantasy after closing his eyes was more addictive than the reality.

Although it is true that Ammons is her daughter's boyfriend, she does not want to snatch Ammons from her daughter. She only likes little Ammons.

Wenger finally fell, and she began to find various excuses to convince herself.

Ammons, who was standing beside the bed, looked at Wenger who closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, and the smile on his face became more and more intense.

I didn't expect that the plan would be successful in just one night. It seems that it won't take that long this time.

After the strategies are separated, the next step is ****~

Ammons closed the curtains for Wenger, then covered him with the quilt. Finally, he gave Wenger a gentle kiss on the forehead and left.

Even though Wenger had her eyes closed, her pretty face was already flushed, so red that it was almost bleeding.

With the last kiss, Ammons returned to his normal self. Wenger noticed it even with her eyes closed, but she didn't seem to be so repulsed by it surprisingly.

Wenger just wanted to lie down obediently for a while, but the lingering smell of Ammons in the quilt was so soothing that Wenger's thoughts slowed down little by little, and finally he really fell into a deep sleep.

Ammons had already left by now. It was very early and the other two little guys probably weren't awake yet.

Since he has agreed to help Wenger take care of the family, then of course Ammons will be responsible for today's breakfast.

Ammons showed off his cooking skills for the first time in a long time. After the food was ready, Ammons prepared to wake up the two little ones.

Ammons knocked on Anna's door, but he didn't say anything. Anna's hoarse voice was immediately heard from the room.

"Here comes mom~"

When the door was opened, Anna, with her messy hair and sleepy eyes, appeared in front of Ammons, and behind her was Loranti, who also looked sleepy.

It was obvious that these two did something and didn't sleep well last night.

Anna was stunned for a moment after seeing Ammons, and blinked. After she opened her eyes and saw clearly that it was Ammons in front of her, Anna's brain froze.

She lowered her head in silence and looked at her current outfit.

It can only be described as sloppy and unkempt.

At this moment, Anna shattered slightly. She felt that her image in Ammons' heart was completely shattered.

Why isn’t mom here?

At this time, Wenger was sleeping soundly in the bed filled with the scent of Ammons.

Chapter 222: Brother Ammons is such a playboy!

Ammons also noticed Anna's embarrassment, but at this time Ammons did not intend to continue teasing the little girl.

For Anna, a simple little girl, not only did she not appear in front of him beautifully, but he had to see her like this. It was even more painful than killing Anna.

But Ammons feels that Anna is quite cute now, very much in her style.

Ammons reached out and began to tidy up Anna's fluffy hair and wrinkled dress, while speaking gently to comfort her.

"Anna, it's time for breakfast. I prepared this breakfast especially for you this morning~"

Specially prepared for me?

This sentence was better than any words of comfort or distraction, and Anna no longer felt extremely embarrassed.

Feeling Ammons's gentle and delicate hands taking care of her appearance, Anna just felt so happy at this moment.

Not only did Ammons not despise himself, but he indulged and pampered himself.