The person in front of him had his closed eyes shaking restlessly, his long eyelashes also trembling, a naughty crystal slipped from his forehead, his bloodless lips kept opening and closing, and he said in a confused sleep: "No, father ---"
A pair of small hands held the sheets tightly, as weak as a fragile porcelain doll, which made people feel extremely distressed.
The two hands were still holding each other tightly, Sasuke was lying on the quilt, and the person next to him was sleeping on his side, holding Sasuke's arm, and the quilt was kicked aside by the two people who were absorbing each other's body heat.
Xiao Mo said: "Since this is my first post, all children, please bring your own lightning rods,"