Sweet Rustic Love: Four Brothers’ Wife

Ye Yang and Ye Ling did not overstay either. If, by any chance, Mo faced some difficulties later, they would hear it and come to help.

“Alright, then we’ll be heading back now. Take care, Mo.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Go on, get to bed.”

Ye Yang left first. Ye Ling followed.

And so, only two people resided in the room.

“Alright, little fellow. Let’s have you pee before you wet my bed.”

Patiently, Ye Mo coaxed Little Huzi as he brought the chamber pot nearer for the baby to use…

Time slowly passed by. Sleep eventually overtakes mortals, regardless of age.

Little Huzi drifted off to sleep by himself, to Ye Mo’s surprise.

The baby had been laughing just a second ago, and the next instant, he closed his eyes as if unconscious.

“Little ancestor, you’ve finally slept, haven’t you? My eyelids can barely stay open any longer.”

Very lightly, Ye Mo placed him on the bed a little bit further away before he also moved in and fell asleep on his side.

The next morning.

Ye Mo felt as if he had barely even slept before the child’s cries woke him up!

He reacted very fast too. His eyes snapped open and he sat up, quickly checking on Little Huzi.

It might have been alright if he did not look because, when he did, the scene he saw made him cringe uncontrollably as his hairs stood on end.

He would have been fine with it if Little Huzi had just wet the bed, but there was also a bunch of an unknown, yellowish substance in the mess.

“Mo, is he hungry?”

Ye Ling was outside the room knocking on the door, with Ye Yang next to him.

They woke up when they heard crying, not having even dressed themselves.

“I don’t know, maybe. Or maybe his poop made him uncomfortable,” Ye Mo said, his face turning sour as he opened the door.

Once the two entered the room, they went to check on Little Huzi.

Ye Yang was not afraid of a little dirt as he brought Little Huzi up. He had learned how to change the baby’s clothes yesterday, so today it was a lot easier.

“Yang, it seems like we should give him a wash. I’ll go boil some water,” Ye Ling concluded. The yellowish things were utterly disgusting.

“Right,” Ye Yang said. In a matter of seconds, he had taken off Little Huzi’s dirty clothes.

Ye Mo passed him a cushion and suggested, “Hold him like this for now. We’ll bathe him in hot water then put him in some clean clothes.”

“Right,” Ye Yang nodded.

Later he carried Little Huzi down the stairs while Ye Mo began cleaning up his bed.

Ye Mo could not bear to look straight at the yellowish clump. Depressed, he wondered why Little Huzi did not bother to inform him before taking a dump.

Ye Liu came down to Ye Mo’s room moments later.

“Hey, Mo. Did they bring the kid down?”

“Yes. Damn, that little ancestor took a dump on my bed! So infuriating!”

Ye Liu grinned very broadly when he heard that. “Get used to it. Once we get used to the smell, it won’t be a problem when we have our own kid.”

He picked up the dirtied diaper on the floor and took a whiff.

A chill ran down Ye Mo’s spine at the sight of that.

Had his brother gone mental?

Could he be any more disgusting?

“Old people used to say, the little ones poop whatever they poop. It turns out it’s true!” Ye Liu commented after smelling the thing.

He had never seen Little Huzi poop at home, so he might as well take hold of the opportunity.