At this moment, Mingye seemed to have fallen into a coma completely. The more she screamed, the tighter he hugged.

Bai Ling felt that all the air in her chest was about to be squeezed out, "Mingye, Mingye... wake up! I'm almost... can't breathe anymore, Mingye..."

But no matter how she called, Mingye showed no sign of awakening. Instead, Bai Ling looked at the gray-blue ceiling and sighed weakly. Look, it is not easy to be a little mother.

Bai Ling thought by chance, maybe... the housekeeper would come up to take a look when she saw that she couldn't go down, and then she could help her pull Mingye away.

But Bai Ling didn't know that except for a regular maid who went to Mingye's room to clean at noon, no one dared to enter Ming's eldest son's room during the rest of the time. This was an unwritten rule for the Ming family in the past twenty years.

She looked down at the quiet leaning against her chest, and even thought about taking advantage of the man in a coma, her heart softened.

When a person is sick, he is most vulnerable. Mingye's beautiful eyebrows are closed, his eyebrows are furrowed, and he is filled with pain, and his body is so hot.

Even next to him, Bai Ling felt that the temperature was burning her hard, let alone Mingye.

She reached out and tapped Mingye's eyebrows gently, and whispered:

"I'll tell you tomorrow Ye, I'll give you a discount tonight. I'll just treat it as I'm sleeping with my younger son."

After saying that, Bai Ling despised herself. She should say that her son was sleeping with her in her arms, and... the youngest son of the Shui family would be so big.

If outsiders know about this, what would it be impossible to say that she seduces her stepson? She is shameless, a vixen…

At first, Bai Ling was in good spirits. After an hour, Bai Ling looked at the ceiling and gradually felt a little blurred, and her eyelids were fighting.

Two hours later, Bai Ling rubbed Mingye twice, muttered, and fell asleep to death.

Bai Ling, who was asleep, didn't know that she was tightly circling her arms, seemed to show signs of loosening.

The person buried in her chest slowly opened his eyes, his eyes dark like a lonely wolf looking for in the wild, dangerous, lonely, lonely, sad...

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Dear, today is not a robin, and tomorrow will continue~~~~(3)

ps: Children who are not overbearing or diving are all children...
Chapter completed!