Early in the morning, the curtains slowly moved to the sides on time. The first ray of the morning light was reflected on the glass window of zhuyuan.
The crystal table lamp at the head of the bed also slowly lit up with a warm orange light that woke its master up.
Luo tianlin looked up and saw that the little girl on the bed was sleeping with a rosy face. Her delicate eyebrows and pink lips were slightly raised, and she was obviously having a sweet dream.
Her two small hands were tightly holding onto the black shirt that he had just changed out of yesterday.
The originally rough cloth was crumpled into a ball by her, crumpled like pickled vegetables.
Luo tianlin's Black eyes flickered.
The little girl had been hugging his clothes to sleep for a whole week.
If he didn't give it to her, she would wake up crying at night.
