Ningyan lay there unwilling to move, nodded slightly, with a hint of coyness, "I just want to be held."
Zhuo Junyue was, of course, more than happy, giving her a bath was one of his life's pleasures.
He picked her up in his arms and walked toward the bathroom.
In fact, letting Zhuo Junyue give her a bath also came with its price.
Poor Ningyan almost fainted in the bathtub.
In the end, Zhuo Junyue had to bring her out.
In short, this kind of thing is beyond description.
Ningyan, like counting the stars, waited eagerly for Zhuo Junyue to bring their son back.
Little Bao had not seen Ningyan for so long, he instantly ran over, "Mom, I'm back."
Big Bao was relatively reserved, but his footsteps clearly quickened, closely following Little Bao, "Mom..."
"Come quickly, let mom have a good look. Have you lost weight? Are you hurt?"
After saying that, Ningyan wanted to lift Big Bao's clothes to check.
