C1119 He Added Fuel to the Fire

The child's sleep was very light. An Anan saw something in her sleep, and she clenched Wen Shishi's clothes into a small fist. Every time she touched it, it would make tiny whimpers.

Wen Shishi hugged the small soft ball. Her maternal love was overflowing. She kissed An Anan on her forehead and whispered to Mr. Sniper, "The more An Anan looks like you