"Didn't you ask Auntie Xiaocha to help you brush your teeth and wash your face?"
Jun Moyan asked the little one.
The little one, with red eyes and a face full of grievance, shook his head with a pout and hoarsely said, "Mama."
"Mama is sleeping." Jun Moyan stepped aside.
The little one immediately ran into the room, stood by the bed, and looked at Wen Xiao'ai who was sleeping.
He suddenly noticed the red marks on Wen Xiao'ai's neck and quickly called out to Jun Moyan, "Daddy."
Jun Moyan happened to walk over.
"Mama is bleeding." The little one pointed at Wen Xiao'ai's neck, and already emotional, his voice was tinged with tears as he became anxious.
Jun Moyan glanced and said, "It's not blood."
"It is, it's blood, Mama is bleeding, boo—" The little one pointed at Wen Xiao'ai's neck, about to cry.
Jun Moyan could only reach out and touch one of the marks on Wen Xiao'ai's neck: "Look, no blood."
He showed his fingers to the little one.
