Song Zhen's inner flame burned fiercely.
Thinking that it was still their wedding night, he couldn't help but glance towards her neckline again.
Swallowing his saliva, he slowly reached out his hand, just about to reach out in her direction.
From the air came the faint snoring of a little piggy.
McDull was actually snoring!
Gu Xinzhou stepped forward to check and found that the little guy wasn't sleeping on his pillow but on the adult's, his tiny neck crooked.
She gently lifted McDull's head and gave him his little pillow.
McDull slept soundly and wasn't disturbed, and after switching to the little pillow, he slept even more comfortably, and the snoring stopped.
Gu Xinzhou smiled tenderly, carefully tucking McDull in, and her gaze, too, softly landed on McDull's little face.
The soft glow of the room made Gu Xinzhou appear even more tender.
A strong motherly love, like several rings of an angel's aura, enveloped her, holy and beautiful.
