Ye Xinluo also looked puzzled, not knowing what he was going to do.
In no time, the little guy undid all the buttons on his shirt, pattered to the door, and turned on the light with a click.
Then he pattered back, climbed onto the sofa, and gently took off his shirt.
The bandages wrapped around the back were clearly revealed in the little guy's eyes. After staring for a moment, he finally let out a sigh of relief and explained, "It's okay, it's okay, it hasn't split open."
Climbing in front of Beichen Rui, he asked, "Daddy, does it hurt?"
Hearing his words, a warmth spread inexplicably in his heart, and he reached out with his right hand to pat his little head, "It doesn't hurt."
Jingxi: "Daddy, why aren't you sleeping in bed? It's uncomfortable lying here."
Beside him, Ye Xinluo also nodded. She actually wanted to say the same thing. Why not lie in bed? The sofa is so narrow, and he's so tall that lying here must be uncomfortable.
