Rong Zhan had just taken a shower that night. When he came out, sang Xia had already changed into her pajamas and fallen asleep. He had wanted to have a good time tonight, but seeing her like this, he decided to let her rest.
Before he got on the bed, he went to the nursery to take a look at the two little ones. The little triplets were sleeping obediently while the little Ba Wang flower was sprawled on its back with its little mouth moving. The blanket had been kicked off. Rong Zhan shook his head speechlessly.
He gently covered his daughter with a blanket and lowered his head to kiss her fair and tender little face. When it came to the little tyrant flower, he was much more casual. He directly pulled out the blanket from under the little tyrant flower and covered the little fellow's head with a fan. Then, he pulled it down very casually.
Requesting the area of the little tyrant flower's inner shadow: “……”
