Tian Sangsang took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to scream out loud, because doing so would wake her son who was deep in his dreams.
But at this moment, her angelic and innocent son was being subjected to an indescribable offense.
By the green wooden window, on the wooden bed, little bundle Meng Shuyan, lying on his side with eyes tightly shut, was curled up peacefully, unmoving. Meanwhile, Little Milk Tea's eyes glinted, a mischievous smile flashed on her face, and suspicious drool was dripping onto the sheets. The chubby little white dog waggled her tail exuberantly, reached out her fluffy little paw, and poked Meng Shuyan's tender, childlike face. So soft! She gave it another touch.
Her paw moved upward to his eyes, brushing Meng Shuyan's jet-black, long, curled lashes with her white fur.
Next, it went toward his slanted, sharp brows.
And then higher, to his fluffy, curly hair.
Touching and touching, it was never enough.
