Marriage … the wedding is on the agenda?! What the hell?
"Who likes you and wants to marry you, Di Ming Jue, don't talk to yourself! I already said that it was just an analogy … ah –! "
The rest of the voice is once again blocked by a scorching kiss.
When the kiss ends, Muyan ruthlessly punches the man's chest.
"Niangqin … niangqin!"
At this time, she hears Xiao Bao's call again.
Muyan is startled, and promptly releases Xiao Bao and the fat rabbit from the space.
Just as she releases the control of the space, Xiao Bao's body rushes into Muyan's arms.
The child, who has always been mature like a little adult, cries for the first time in a heartbreaking manner, choking with sobs.
"Niangqin is bad! Boo hoo hoo … niangqin is bad! Xiao Bao hates niangqin! Boo hoo hoo … "
He's clearly saying those hateful words, but his little arms are tightly hugging Muyan's neck, not willing to let go for even a moment.
The tears that didn't fall when she was in the most desperate situation, the tears that didn't fall when Di Ming Jue rushed over to save her by a hair's breadth.
But at this moment, it bursts like a dam.
Muyan tightly hugs her son's soft little body, her voice choking, "Xiao Bao, I'm sorry, it's niangqin's fault, making you worry."
Xiao Bao's head is tightly buried in the crook of her neck, his little body constantly twitching.
Hot tears flow down her neck and onto her skin, scalding her whole heart to the point of aching.
Mu Yan wants to lift her baby son's face, to see if his eyes are swollen from crying.
But Xiao Bao hugs her neck and doesn't let go.
For the first time, he willfully doesn't cooperate with Muyan's actions, doesn't listen to her words.
Even if Di Ming Jue says from the side: "How can a man cry at the slightest provocation?"
Normally, Xiao Bao would obediently let go of Muyan if he was provoked.
But this time, it's as if he didn't hear it, refusing to lift his head.
Muyan softly breathes out, her expression indescribably sour and soft. Suddenly, she lets out a low moan.
This sound is like an order.
Xiao Bao, who was originally unwilling to lift his head no matter what, suddenly raises it.
Revealing a pair of red eyes from crying and a small face covered in tears.
Xiaobao didn't care how disheveled he looked and asked anxiously, "Mother, what's wrong?"
Mu Yan frowns slightly and gently wipes away the tears on Xiao Bao's face. She says softly, "Niangqin's injuries haven't healed yet, so it's a little painful. Xiao Bao will help niangqin apply the medicine, okay?"
Xiaobao sniffled and said nothing.
Although he was young, he was very smart.
At this time, he already knew that this was Muyan's deliberate cry of pain.
But when he sees the wound on his mother's back, his big blue eyes are once again filled with tears.
He gritted his teeth and nodded, forcing himself not to let his tears fall. "Mother, it hurts. Xiaobao, help Mother apply medicine."
Muyan's heart feels like it's soaked in a hot honey pot, sour, soft, and sweet.
She takes out the draught, and Xiao Bao immediately takes it, carefully pouring it on the wounds on Muyan's back and shoulders.
The stimulation of the medicine entering the wound makes Mu Yan frown slightly and let out a low groan.
She immediately hears a nervous voice, one big and one small, "Niangqin/Yanyan, how are you? Does it hurt a lot? "
Xiao Bao moves his little head over, pouts his lips, and gently blows, "Niangqin doesn't hurt, Xiao Bao blows, it hurts so much that it flies."
Muyan's gaze softens, as if it's about to melt.
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