On a summer night, Wen Yan was leaning on the bedside reading a book under the dim light. The little girl next to him with her back to him was already sleepy.
Since it is summer, there are inevitably mosquitoes at night. No, Wen Yan was bitten by mosquitoes just after reading the book for a while.
"Nuan Nuan, scratch it for me." Wen Yan handed the mosquito-bitten hand to the little girl next to him who could barely open his eyes.
The little girl didn't know if she heard it clearly, so she hummed softly, took the hand that Wen Yan handed over to her, put it on her waist, hugged her tighter, and then muttered something before falling asleep.
Wen Yan, who was waiting for the little girl to tickle him, couldn't laugh or cry. Why was he so dumb?
[Can I be your little baby? The kind that you are reluctant to scold me for when you make a mistake but still give me a kiss and a hug.