The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The little frown spread out.

Toshimi has no smile on her face, no dependence, but a kind of unspeakable peace of mind.

It was like a lonely boat floating on the sea, finally finding its safe haven.

The fragrance in the room is scattered.

The Emperor embraced the child and felt a sleepy attack on his mind.

In these incenses, he made some hands and feet.

Sleep Muang and Bao a little bit and don't notice him close.

But these incenses shouldn't have worked on him ——

Strangely, it didn't work for Baby.

But at this moment, he smells a fresh scent, holding a small child, watching the woman he loves sleep quietly.

All the nerves couldn't help but relax and want a break.

The emperor lay down, placed the baby in the middle, then extended his arm and held both of his sisters within his own protection, closing his eyes.

Without Baobao's blockade, the Emperor still doesn't really guarantee that he will sleep half the time. He wants to swallow directly into his stomach the only woman he loves but hates when her teeth itch.

……

The next day, the sun came through the window and fell on the bed.

Mu Yan stretched out a lazy waist and sat up, his lips hooked slightly, and his smile couldn't speak of lazy comfort.

Yesterday, she slept so well that the whole person couldn't say how happy she was.

The only thing that made her depressed.

Last night she seemed to dream of the man who didn't say goodbye.

Emperor!

Tsk... how could you dream of this man?

And in her sleep, she tranced to see the man's face, seemed to be still stupidly moving, trying to make a scene.

Is it because the man's face is so handsome and miserable that she has been dreaming for a long time?

Moe shook her head and swayed this terrible idea out of her head.

Then she found another strange problem.

Baby wasn't in her arms.

Instead, sleep about one arm away from her.

And sleeps equally sweetly, without any anxiety, panic and sadness on his face.

Muay's face was incredible.

It is not known if the relationship was almost persecuted during the pregnancy.

From childhood to most, Bao was independent and powerful, amazing in talent, but lacked a sense of security.

She always had a small face, but liked to stick to her.

Especially when sleeping at night, if not in her arms, she doesn't sleep well at all.

When Baby was just four years old, Muang also thought that the boy should be independent and want him to sleep alone.

When he came forward, Bao promised to do well.

But when Muang woke up in the middle of the night, he found the little figure lying in the corner in silent tears.

Without saying a word, they curl their little bodies together.

Muay was almost unable to breathe.

Ever since then, no offer has been made to let Baby sleep herself.

Every night she falls asleep and wakes up, holding her baby tight in her arms, telling him in body language, don't be sad, don't be sad, your mother is right next to you.

As if he felt Moe's gaze, Bao rubbed his eyes and opened them.

A large pair of blue eyes shine into the sun, projecting innate cool and expensive.

At that moment, Mu Yan shrugged.

These eyes, as if they coincided with the blue eyes of the man she dreamed of.

“Mother!” Bao didn't feel the smell of Mu's face when he opened his eyes.