Her wound was hot, and his fingertips were cold. His movements were gentle, and it was so comfortable that Yu Wan could not help but narrow her eyes and moan gently.
That night, she had the same voice.
Yan Jiuchao's throat tightened. "Don't make a sound!"
Yu Wan was stunned. It's broad daylight, and I can't even make a sound?!
Yu Wan's wound had been applied with a dark red ointment, and it looked like she had bled. The little munchkins' hearts ached and they were about to cry. Yu Wan hurriedly hugged them. "It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt."
The three of them looked at her with tears in their eyes.
Yu Wan tilted her head and thought for a while. "How about this? Give me a blow and it won't hurt anymore."
The three of them stood on the bed and held Yu Wan's shoulders with their small hands. They started blowing her bump seriously.
Her sons doted on her the most!
