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"..." Mo Qiansu coughed, "There are always a few stubborn mosquitoes that just won't die!"
"Mommy, is it really like that?"
"Alright, that's not something a little baby should worry about." Mo Qiansu stopped the conversation.
Back in the room, she took off Little Demon King's clothes, changed him into a cute bear pajama, and patted his back, "It's 11 o'clock, time to go to sleep, if you don't sleep now, you'll be late for kindergarten tomorrow!"
Silly Mommy, it was okay when you fooled me as a child, but how come you still treat me like a baby now?
Little Demon King shook his little head, furrowed his handsome little brows in resignation, and climbed into bed.
Ah, really a heart-wrenching silly Mommy!
...
The night was deep.
Little Demon King was used to sleeping while hugging Mommy's arm, and before long, he comfortably entered dreamland. But Mo Qiansu was wide awake, with that hateful face filling her mind.
