Sally blinked at Qin Mo and finally turned over in his palm, "Your hands are so warm."
When she was sleeping, for a while, it felt like being bathed in sunlight, incredibly comfortable and soothing.
Qin Mo whispered softly, "The kids have already eaten; the little ones are arranged for bed, while the older ones are either practicing or entertaining themselves in the game pod."
"Thank you for that, but you really don't have to worry about them. The little ones are looked after by the older ones, and the older ones are very self-sufficient," Sally shifted again, lying in his palm, her dark eyes, watery and looking at him.
Qin Mo's Adam's apple moved involuntarily, as he averted his gaze, "Yanyan, what do you feel like eating? I'll make something for you."
Sally touched her flat stomach; she indeed felt a bit hungry. The delicacies Zulu had prepared for her over the years in the Abel Universe had been eaten up, even the last bit of jerky was taken by Little Shiliu.
