C1132 One Sleep Marriage

He did not open his eyes, but reached out and touched his son's head. His son's short hair was stuck in his palm. When the child was young, he would always carry the child with him when he cut his hair.

The hair on his hand was tied up to the point where his hands were trembling. He pretended to be calm, but it was difficult to hide his voice. "I want to hit you too, I want to hit you too