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"Thirteen, don't worry, Mom won't leave anymore, never again."
Thirteen gazed at her, his little brow furrowed and twitched, and he sucked in his nose hard. Then he stretched out his right hand, his little finger slightly hooked towards her.
"Come on, pinky promise!"
Pfft!
This little brat is still so cautious in his actions?
Zhan Se smiled and extended her hand, seriously linking pinkies with Little Thirteen, "Pinky promise, hang on—"
"For a hundred years, no changing!" Thirteen added seriously, his little face very stern.
"Hehe! Okay, for a hundred years, even a thousand years it won't change."
"Mom, you're so nice!" Finally satisfied in his heart, the little guy hugged her, let go of her hand, and obediently lay back down. But this time, he closed his eyes lightly and didn't sleep; his eyelashes kept fluttering, as if he was secretly peeking at her.
Zhan Se chuckled to herself, but it was getting late, and he had to sleep.
