Qin Xuefuo looked at Huo Beicheng imploringly for fear that he would still drive himself away.

Mr. Huo pei-cheng took a look at the old man and barely said anything. He took the little group to the dining table first, put it on the children's high chair and sat down.

Qin Xue relaxed his breath and quickly sat on his heel on the other side of Huo Bei-cheng. He quietly moved the carved seat to Huo Bei-cheng and pressed it tightly against him.

In this position, you can feel the body temperature, breathing sound and light lavender fragrance of the god.

Three years. Never expected to be so close to...