Doesn’t your conscience hurt? (4)
Translator: DaoistLUbAbJ
Fan Yu carried Xiao Liuliu, fed her and played with her until she was so tired that she fell asleep in his arms. Only then did he carry her back to his room and put her on his bed.
Xiao Liuliu had just arrived at his place, so she might need to get used to it.
A few days ago, Fan Yu had only asked the butler to prepare the children's room. He was not in a hurry to let her sleep alone.
The little glutinous rice ball was not shy either. She crawled into Fan Yu's bed and fell into a sweet sleep.
Her pink little face was as exquisite as a little angel.
Fan Yu pinched it lovingly. "Little person."
Sighing was one thing. Because fan yu had to deal with the fan corporation's matters, he could not leave City H for the time being. With Xiao Liuliu, this clown, accompanying him, he would indeed be happier.