Two people in the bathroom frolic for a long time, Butong just hugged the tight fight with the bath towel, helped him put on the pajamas, hugged him to lie in the bed.

"dispute, are you cold?"

"it's not cold. It's mother's cold. Her hands are so cold." Yan Zheng holds her hand tightly, trying to pass her own temperature.

Butong held him tightly in his arms and kissed him on the forehead. "Fight, I'm sorry, mom didn't take care of you."

Yan Zhengzheng shook his head. "My mother is very good to me. I like to be with my mother best. I will never be separated from my mother."...