The next day was not awakened by the baby's crying, nor by hunger, but by the strong sunshine,

stretches smooth arms from the bedding, covering the annoying sunshine, really dazzling.

Glancing at the little fellow immediately, he had mosquito nets on his bed, which was still opaque, unaffected by the sun, and continued to whine.

Sunlight seeps through the fingers and the eyes shut involuntarily.

It's most comfortable to stay in a warm bed in winter.

Arms are a little sour, turns around, backs to the sun, eyes are always closed,

"Hmm? What does Fu Zhimei smell like? Muttering to himself, no, isn't this bad man going to work? How...