"I’m not peeing!" Chongchong blushed with shame, inexplicably feeling embarrassed.
"Oh... then sleep." Chenchen finally felt relieved.
However, he overestimated the self-control of a two-year-old...
The next morning, he felt a dampness underneath.
Chenchen frowned, instantly sensing something bad, and immediately lifted the blanket.
The sheets were covered with the little girl’s pee.
Chenchen shouted angrily and reached out to pull up the little girl who was still dreaming.
The little girl rubbed her drowsy face, still in a daze, "Hubby, why are you suddenly so fierce?"
Chenchen had a dark face, gritted his teeth, and pointed at the "pee map" on the bed, "Look at the good thing you did last night!"
He actually believed her lie last night that she wouldn’t wet the bed!
Chongchong glanced down and immediately touched her head guiltily, "No wonder I kept dreaming of swimming in the sea..."
Turns out there really was a flood.
"Didn’t you say you wouldn’t wet the bed?" Chenchen continued to shout.
Chongchong’s eyes suddenly reddened, her shoulders trembling as she whimpered, "Hubby, don’t be angry, I’ll go clean your sheets now."
She wiped her tears and pulled the sheets, heading outside.
The tiny person dragged sheets several times larger than her body, inching into the bathroom.
Unfortunately, when things go wrong, the washing machine somehow stopped working. The little girl had no choice but to put them in a basin in the bathroom, pour in detergent, and pitifully scrub away.
Chenchen stood by the bathroom door, pursing his lips as he watched the small figure.
"Why aren’t you using the washing machine?"
After a while, he couldn’t help but feel sorry.
What can a two-year-old understand? Even if she wet the bed, isn’t it a normal thing?
Why did he have to lose his temper with her?
Seeing him, Chongchong’s eyes brightened, she pointed at the washing machine, "It’s broken."
"Really?" Upon hearing this, Chenchen couldn’t help frowning, glancing at the washing machine.
He had used it just fine last night, and now it’s broken this morning?
"It’s true." Chongchong ran over from the basin, pressed the washing machine switch, and pointed at the motionless machine, "Look, hubby, it’s not moving, is it?"
Chenchen’s frown deepened, but soon his peripheral vision caught sight of the machine’s plug not plugged into the outlet.
He couldn’t help but mutter a curse.
"Hubby, why are you scolding me?" Chongchong said, looking puzzled.
But when she saw him plug in the washing machine, she suddenly realized, then touched her nose awkwardly, "So it’s not broken, it just wasn’t plugged in..."
Chenchen, annoyed, shot her a white-eyed look and stuffed the sheet from the basin into the washing machine.
The washing machine immediately started spinning.
He lowered his gaze to the little girl, "Quickly go change clothes, brush your teeth, wash your face, and come downstairs for breakfast."
"So hubby, you’re not angry anymore?" Chongchong pouted, asking cautiously.
Chenchen crossed his arms expressionlessly, "Do I look like I’m still angry?"
Chongchong took a closer look, shook her head, "Not really..."
"Then stop wasting time and hurry up to get ready." Chenchen urged.
"Yes, sir!" The little girl stood at attention and saluted him, though not very properly.
Chenchen slightly raised his lips and walked out of the room. Fresh chapters posted on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽