After taking the medicine, Bai wenjin tucked Xue bonian in again. Since he was still running a fever, she couldn't use too much force to cover him. Bai wenjin pulled Xue bonian's arm out and placed it on the blanket. She kept changing the towel on his head and even fetched some hot water for him to wipe. "Mother, I'm fine,"
Xue bainian reached out to hug his mother and buried his head in her arms. At this moment, he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile. It had been almost a year since he had felt such a hug.
Thinking of this, Xue bainian felt that his father should not have done this. If his father had not returned, he would not have been able to sleep with his mother.
Bai Wenjing didn't stop Xue bainian from hugging her. After all, she was only a five-year-old child. It was normal for her to act coquettishly when she was sick and ask for her mother's love.
