Successfully captured a domestic sister

"Unfinished."

The child rolled his eyes and smiled.

I got up, opened the bedside cabinet and took out the present I gave me today.

"Tear it down now?"

She smiled and said nothing, knelt down by her side, and squeezed her leg between my legs.

The unwrapped gift was indeed in the shape of a delicate pen.

Soon, I learned what an "automatic" pen is.

Still in the mood?

nonexistent.My children have always been responsive to my requests.

The next day, I could only lie on the bed with my legs sore and limp.

Not to mention that the gifts bought by the children are because I am worried that I am too tired to solve my physical needs by myself. (Medical students are the most annoying!)

I don't think I'll want to hear the word "more than enough" for a long time.