C118 Baby's Little Worship

The little guy was like a salted fish on a chopping board, constantly struggling and moving about. Zhan Sijue's one arm was holding him tightly.

Fortunately, the pool was not far from the shore.

Zhan Sijue's speed was also very fast. In just a moment, he had reached the bank of the pool with his hands.

As he landed, streams of water condensed and dripped from his body