Gradually unable to bear it any longer, Hela fell into a deep sleep, from leaning on Jian Zhi's shoulder to slowly falling into Jian Zhi's arms. His hands were still holding Jian Zhi's waist tightly, and his head was still digging into Jian Zhi's arms.
Jian Zhi silently patted Hela on the back.
Hela pouted her little mouth contentedly and muttered: Mom, hug, mom.
Jian Zhi, who was already helpless, heard clearly what Hela was shouting and her head was full of black lines...
He turned around and shouted to He Qisheng: Look at your daughter!
He Qisheng burst out laughing and teased Jian Zhi: "It's up to you to take care of it. She calls her your mother!"
Jian Zhi's face was instantly covered with red clouds.