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I quickly rushed over and snatched the condom from her hand, then carried her to the bathroom.

Big Stutterer looked at little Peach, who was covered in stickiness, his shocked expression was probably more surprised than mine.

“She… she… she she…”

After stammering for a long time, he still couldn’t articulate what he wanted to say.

I nodded firmly and regretfully, telling him that it was just as he thought.

Peach seemed to be still enjoying playing with them, her two oily little hands rubbing them continuously.

I took off her coat, poured hot water for her to wash her hands, and asked Big Stutterer to tidy up the bedding and hide the things she shouldn’t play with.

I used a lot of hand soap to clean her until she smelled nice, but the smell on her clothes successfully triggered my PTSD.

I even started to doubt whether our sex life with Big Stutterer would be affected by this.

After witnessing the might of little Peach, I dared not let her out of our sight anymore.

Big Stutterer had work to handle, so I let him hide in the room.

I took Peach to the living room to watch TV, thinking she wouldn’t like watching TV at her age. To my surprise, as soon as I turned on the TV, she jumped on the couch, bouncing and shouting, “Pig Dudu! Pig Dudu!”

With no choice, I had to play “Pig Dudu” for her.

Thanks to her, I found out that “Pig Dudu” was completely different from my childhood memories; every character seemed to have had plastic surgery and didn’t even look much like pigs anymore.

Sure enough, cartoons are the nemesis of children. Peach finally calmed down, hugging the teddy bear and sitting quietly on the sofa, eating bread while watching “Pig Dudu.”

I finally got to play with my phone in peace.

When it was almost lunchtime, Big Stutterer came out of the room to cook, and I thought it was time for Peach’s eyes to take a break.

“Let’s turn off the TV and rest for a bit, okay?”

“No.”

“If you keep watching, your eyes will get hurt.”

“My eyes won’t get hurt,” she said seriously.

But being cute didn’t work; I continued to persuade her.

“But Pig Dudu is tired too; let’s turn it off after this episode, okay?”

To my surprise, she agreed: “Okay.”

But when it came time to turn it off, she threw a tantrum.

Big Stutterer saw this and came over to turn off the TV directly: “It’s… time… to eat…”

Peach immediately burst into tears and dove into my arms for comfort.

I took the opportunity to scold Big Stutterer: “Uncle Big Stutterer is bad; let’s ignore him and go eat, okay?”

As I passed by Big Stutterer, I patted his shoulder, comforting him: “You’ve made a sacrifice.”

“It’s… fine, someone… has to… be the… bad guy.”

Big Stutterer completely committed to being the bad guy.

Anyone who has taken care of children knows that feeding them is definitely the most headache-inducing part.

She ran all over the house while I chased after her.

Big Stutterer pretended to be fierce on one side while I acted like a sweet kindergarten teacher on the other.

With our combined efforts, we couldn’t even get half a bowl of rice into her.

To prove that I wasn’t being too harsh on her, I even made Big Stutterer take a video and send it to her mom.

Taking care of this little princess was truly exhausting.

But there were also warm moments.

In the afternoon, she got tired and fell asleep between us.

Big Stutterer and I looked at her cute sleeping face and smiled at each other, feeling the happiness of being a family of three.

Finally, at nine in the evening, we managed to send this little princess off.

Before leaving, her mom even said, “If you like her, I can leave her with you for a few more days?”

We immediately replied, “That’s not necessary!”

That night, as we were going to bed, I asked Big Stutterer: “Do you want to have a child?”

“No… I don’t want to.”

“Why not? Children are quite cute, right?”

“Too… noisy, very… annoying.”

“That’s great; I don’t like it either. In the future, if we have time, we can just raise a cat or a dog.”

Big Stutterer turned to hold me: “Raising… you… is… enough.”

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