This was not something a one-year-old child should have said.
Little nine actually said, " I'm not feeling well ...
It was only three words, and it was said very clearly. Gu Jue and Chu baiqing both heard it.
Her voice was so soft and sweet, it could not be anyone else but little 9th.
"Did you hear that? Our son said that he was not feeling well, but this little thing can still f * cking say that it was not feeling well ..."
Gu Jue let go of Chu baiqing's hand and stepped into the ocean pool. He immediately pulled the lazy little nine into his arms.
"Little Jiu, what do you think will make it more comfortable?"
He pinched little Jiu's tender little face. Actually, Gu Jue wanted to bite him a few more times.
However, little nine wasn't as resistant to bites as little seven was. The more you bit little seven, the more he would think you were playing with him, and he would play with you crazily.
