“When An’an was only seven days old, it didn’t have much influence on her either, let alone the fact that I’m already an adult. It’d be even less of a problem.”

Irina’s words made a lot of sense and Winston hesitated, throwing a glance at Curtis.

In the end, Curtis said calmly, “If we don’t let her have her fill of fun, she won’t give up.”

“Hehe…” Irina stuck out her tongue. “Then, it’s agreed. I’ll sleep upstairs tonight.”

Winston let out another sigh, not objecting any further.

Damien had picked a large batch of tender leaves, using a thin vine to tie them into a bundle. He picked them...