C202 You must die

When he got home, the room was pitch black. Wenshuyue went to Baby Wen's room. He was asleep, his small mouth agape, the shiny saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Taking out a tissue, Wen Shuyue bent down to help him dry his saliva, rubbed his little hair, and complained in disgust, "Saliva."

At this moment, baby Wen turned over, his whole calf was exposed outside the blanket