"I'm sleeping. Mother, come up quickly," Xue bainian said in all seriousness. After saying that, he didn't forget to Pat the blanket with a look of anticipation.
Bai Wenjing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had finally managed to get the little guy to sleep in a separate bed, but now he was sick and he was coming to her again?
bainian, you should go back to your room to sleep. You're fine now, and you're all grown up. I don't need to repeat the principle of sleeping in separate beds to you, do I? "
Xue bainian looked at Bai Wenjing, then at his father. He wanted to argue, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He climbed out of bed dejectedly, put on his boots, and reluctantly walked to the door.
In the end, he turned around and looked at her, ""Mother, don't tell me that I can only sleep with you when I'm sick in the future?"
