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“Wufan?” Chanyeol poked at Wufan’s back repeatedly.

Wufan hummed sleepily, but didn’t even budge. He stayed still, back facing Chanyeol’s pouting face.

Chanyeol frowned. “Wufan!!! Wufan! Look at me!” She slapped her husband’s shoulder violently.

Wufan groaned and turned his body lazily. “Yesss? What happened, Park Chanyeol? I’m tired okay? I wanna sleep.” He rubbed his sleepy eyes with his fist.

Hearing those words, Chanyeol’s eyes watered. Her lips turned downwards and quivered. “So…you’re tired of me?” She asked sadly.

Oh My God…here it is again…the stupid pregnancy hormones…”It’s not that, Baby!”

Chanyeol hit Wufan’s face angrily with his Alpaca plushie. “Go away!!! Go! Go! Do you think I wasn’t tired fulfilling your needs and carrying your kid uh???”

“Baby, you’re wrong…I mean…okay…sorry, forgive me. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. But please don’t be angry okay?” He got up and grasped her hands gently. “What do you want uh? Or it is our baby? What does he want? Tell me and I grant your every wish.”

Chanyeol stared at Wufan’s eyes, lower lips jutted out.

“Yeol…don’t pout! Or do you want me to bite it uh?” Wufan leaned forward, earning happy giggles from Chanyeol.

“Okay okay…I just need a little help…”

Wufan raised his right eyebrow. Her mood swung too much. “Okay. What it is?”

Chanyeol giggled before circled her arms around Wufan’s neck. “Carry me to the bathroom please…I wanna pee~”

Wufan sighed in defeat. “Please, Yeollie…it’s just five meters from here…”

Chanyeol pouted. “I don’t wanna be separated from you.” She whined cutely.

“Okay…I don’t want too.”

Later, Wufan danced happily inside his head. Chanyeol never asked without giving…he got the most loving night after that. She’s really a sweety wife.

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