Her eyes were already red, and now, tears were about to fall.
Ji Chenzhou let go of Chu baiqing's hand and lazily leaned back on the sofa.
Chu baiqing picked up little seven. It was little Seven's voice ...
Finally, she could hug his soft and small body. She had been sleepless for so many nights.
When he was thinking about Gu Jue, he also thought about how blissful it would be if he could hold the child.
Such a soft body, holding your neck, burying her head in your neck, rubbing against it, and acting coquettishly with you, my heart is about to melt ...
If I could call you daddy again, then what could be more blissful than this? nothing ...
Chu Bai Qing kissed little Seven's tender face.
little seven, call me daddy one more time ...
Chu baiqing couldn't see little Seven's expression in his arms, but he could feel his little hands trying to wrap around his neck. However, he still wasn't used to it.
