The sky had just turned bright when Jiang Huaian pulled his sister out of bed.
His younger sister loved to sleep in her bed, so he felt that something was wrong when he touched her.
It was greasy and slippery, and Jiang Huaian's expression changed slightly.
He carefully pulled his sister out.
In the end ...
He looked at the chicken head in the quilt.
Jiang Huaian was dumbfounded and shocked!
He and his parents were only given this one room. Fortunately, the room was large. There was a curtain in the middle to separate them, so the family of four had a small bed.
Jiang huailu usually slept by himself.
Where's his sister? Where did the roast chicken come from?
Jiang Huai 'an was still holding the chicken, unable to react. A chubby little hand stretched out from under the blanket and lifted the blanket. The chubby little girl sat up with a red face.
Her stomach was round and there was some baby fat.
