This was what an mu was afraid of.
After taking a bath to get rid of the cold, he let her sleep the whole time, considering that he still had to go out at night.
The lights were off in the room. He walked over and sat by her bed. He looked down at an MU's small face that was half-buried in the quilt, and his heart ached for Xuxu.
"Yingluo, Mumu, Mumu, Mumu, Mumu."
Bo Yi caressed her face gently. His hand felt her warmth and touch, and he felt as if his heart was filled.
In the past.
He always felt that he lived alone and had no hope for the future. There was a long period of time where he was like a walking corpse.
He was just wasting his time.
However, he never thought that an mu would be so integrated into his life.
However, the more she tried to blend in, the more timid he became.
