As Wei Ting moved into Su Xiaoxiao's room, Su Xiaoxiao followed behind him with the sleeping Xiaohu and gritted her teeth!
Wei Ting smiled faintly. "Then I'll sleep outside tonight?"
"Hmph!" Su Xiaoxiao ignored him.
Su Xiaoxiao gently placed Xiaohu under the blanket. She was clearly angry, but she exhibited a different kind of gentleness toward the children.
Habit was a terrifying thing. Even if they were not related by blood, some things were engraved in their bones.
After Su Xiaoxiao covered Xiaohu with the blanket, she turned to clean up the half-cut window flowers on the table.
Wei Ting pinched the little fellow's cheek.
Xiaohu was woken up by the pinch!
He opened his big black eyes and saw his father. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes!
Then, he turned around and saw Su Xiaoxiao busy at the table.
His mother was here. It was his mother's room.
Xiaohu closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
