C613 The Porridge He Cooked with His Own Hands

Mu Xichen's eyes were filled with warmth as his sexy lips slightly curled up. He stared fixedly at the scene of the little girl hitting the wall non-stop without sleep.

After an unknown period of time, he had gotten used to her tapping rhythm, and it was like listening to a lullaby. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he slowly closed them.

Just as he was about to fall asleep