Protection, Trash (1)

After settling Elder Qiu, Su Xiaoxiao returned to her room valiantly.

Wei Xiaobao was carried over by the nanny and Xing'er so that Su Xiaoxiao could sleep.

The three little ones were carried to their rooms by Wei Liulang.

Actually, since last month, they could sleep on their own.

However, the weather tonight was not good. Wei Liulang was worried that there would be thunder again. If they woke up, the children would be afraid without an adult by their side.

It was definitely not that he wanted to sleep with his sons.

Wei Liulang hugged Dahu and Xiaohu.

His sons smelled so good!

Wei Liulang rolled around on the bed happily.

Dahu was woken up by his roll. He opened his big black eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

That gaze was really a little indescribable.

Su Xiaoxiao hummed a tune and went to take a bath.

Wei Ting grabbed her arm. "Aren't you injured? Why are you still taking a bath?"

"Yes?"