The Anarchic Consort (3) LAST PART

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Chapter 1147: Both of Them Slept Together

But in reality, Master Li was wrong this time.

Bai Zhun was very patient while taking care of Little Baldy.

He turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Little Baldy was afraid that he would push Bai Zhun down the bed, so he carefully went over and slept on the side.

Bai Zhun went to bed ten minutes later than Little Baldy. It was said that children could get dehydrated at night. If the weather was too dry, it was easy for them to have nosebleeds. Therefore, it was necessary to prepare some water.

It was the first time Bai Zhun was so considerate for others.

When he poured the water, Auntie Wang wanted to help, but Bai Zhun said that he would do it himself.

After testing the temperature of the water, he put a drop of honey in it before he took the things upstairs.

When he entered the room, it was very quiet.

Seeing that the little guy was already in a daze, Bai Zhun called out in a low voice, "Ajiu?"

Little Baldy hummed and didn't even turn over.

Bai Zhun used his finger to rub his little palm. That was the red mark left from today's fight. He didn't know if it would still hurt.

In the future, he would never let anyone fight with Little Baldy again. He would let the bullies have a taste of what pain was like.

Even if the little guy won the fight, it would still be the same!

Probably because Bai Zhun rubbed the painful place, Little Baldy suddenly shrank his hand like a little tortoise.

Bai Zhun only knew the injury after taking a careful look at Little Baldy's hand at night. The little guy would probably not tell him that his palm was injured.

Bai Zhun had lived in other people's homes before, so he knew what it was like to live under someone else's roof. That experience made him more concerned about Little Baldy.

Little Baldy had completely fallen asleep. His little hand grabbed Bai Zhun's pajamas, and his little face followed.

Bai Zhun did not mind him at all. He smiled faintly and lowered his eyes. He gently blew on the little guy's palm twice.

Then, he held the little guy in his arms.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom was set to the most suitable temperature for human sleep, 25 degree Celsius.

The nine-year-old Bai Zhun held the four-year-old Little Baldy and slowly closed his eyes.

He had not fallen asleep so naturally for a long time. Deep in his memory, it seemed that he had only enjoyed such security in his mother company when he was still very young.

When Bai Zhun woke up, the sky had just brightened.

The little guy in his arms seemed to have woken up a long time ago, looking at him with a pair of big round eyes.

Bai Zhun lowered his head and looked at the little bald head's tender legs. His gaze finally landed on a fragile and sensitive fatal spot of his.

Fortunately, the little guy was a boy. Otherwise, this sleeping position would have been a little indecent.