After taking a bath, Yan Xiaosi returned to her bedchamber to sleep. The little Holy Master could no longer resist the sleepiness of his little body. After drinking the milk, he fell asleep.
He had countless sleepless nights, and he could not even remember the last time he fell asleep. If it were an ordinary person, they would have long been unable to withstand it. However, he was a Holy Master, and his body was full of vitality. He would not feel tired even if he did not sleep.
Although his body was not tired, his heart was. He sometimes wished he could sleep until dawn and think about nothing. The night he turned into a baby, his long-cherished dream that he thought he would never be able to fulfill in his life was realized.
The little Holy Master was sleeping soundly, not even knowing that he had been coldly thrown into the cradle by the Demon Lord.
