It looked like the boy had fallen asleep.
Xiaoguo covered him with the blanket again before leaving with the towel.
After Zhuang Zhuang heard the footsteps leave the room, he quietly opened his eyes and secretly wiped his tears.
He must not cry. He needs to be a well-behaved child. It's only right for Xiaohua and Xiaohu to receive gifts. He shouldn't feel jealous. He has no reason to be jealous.
But still, he couldn't help but cry and express his unhappiness under the pretext of talking in his sleep.
The more he thought about it, the more tears came to his eyes. The little boy wiped them away vigorously, trying to hold back the sobs at the corners of his lips. He was afraid that Xiaoguo would notice something amiss if she suddenly returned to the room.
He has to be a good child. He was already a big kid and should not be wilful and cause trouble for the adults.
