By the time Mu Xiaobai returned home holding Bai Duo, it was late. On the way back, she had fallen asleep in a daze, but her beautiful face still had a touch of shyness on it. Lulu seems to have thought of something indescribable.
Zi Ling, who was following by her side, saw this and couldn’t help curling her mouth, and muttered: “She sleeps like a pig now. If I draw a pig’s head on her face now, she probably won’t find it now. , Hehehe..."
Mu Xiaobai looked at Zi Ling's smirk and couldn't help rolling her eyes, stretched out her hand and flicked hard on her smooth small forehead, and said angeredly: "Okay, you don't need to do it anymore. It's her idea to deal with the wounded, and you must have a sympathetic heart."
When Zi Ling heard this, he nodded reluctantly, looked at the sleeping
