The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

"you sure?"

Song Zhao's eyes were flushed red, but he also carefully described Si Yu's face, "I want to have a baby like you, treat him very well, let him have a carefree childhood, like flowers Jin's future."

In the past, it was the powerful ministers who protected her and spoiled her, and gave her a new life.

He didn't even live a good life for a few days, but he offered his eternal life for her.

She had a rebirth without regrets because of him, and she wanted to give back the good rest of his remaining life.

Henceforth.

She wants to pamper him.

Give him everything he wants, and let him have no regrets in his remaining years.

The shadow of the lamp swayed, and the girl's lowered side face suddenly seemed like a dream come true.

The barren snow field melted instantly, and everything recovered.

Like the first drop of dew falling on lotus leaves in the morning, it slides all the way to the center and soaks into the branches and rhizomes.

Every pore trembled violently.

He lowered his head and bit it.

She heard the door of the clean room being kicked open with a slam, and Si Yu hurriedly carried her to the room.

The azure curtain was drawn down.

Song Zhao was squeezed inside

"Say it again." With red eyes, he leaned closer.

Thoughts fluttered up and down.

Wanting to answer, he chased after her and blocked her lips.

Si Yu wrapped her up and drowned her into another world.

She was completely speechless.

...

The morning light gradually revealed.

Song Zhao was flushed all over, and collapsed under the blanket from exhaustion.

Si Yu sat on the head of the bed, pinching her legs patiently but remorsefully.

Meng Lang overdid it.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt the little girl's leg.

Song Zhao's whole body was limp, and he couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength.

Want him to hug.

Si Yu felt a little guilty, afraid that she would get angry, "Are you tired?"

But she was ashamed to speak, so she could only mutter in a low voice, "As long as you are happy."

Si Yu was quite flattered.

In recent days, he really felt that Song Zhao was too indulgent to him.

Holding him in his arms, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What did Guoshi Huiling tell you?"

Song Zhao's sudden change started from the day he was taken into the basement.

Song Zhao couldn't open his eyes, and his voice was sleepy, with a slight nasal sound, "Then why do you like me?"

"I treat you so badly."

More than bad.

Ever since she was a child, she had never looked at him directly.

She had felt, like everyone else, that he should not have been born.

Si Yu hooked a section of her hair with his fingers, and slowly wrapped it from the fingers to the ends of the hair, kneading it lightly.

Until the girl in my arms slowly fell asleep.

"Loving you cannot be explained in words."

It was a special feeling, like the blue sky and white clouds, cold plum blossoms and proud snow, the changing sun and moon, and the alternation of seasons.

It is his innate ability.

If you must have an exact answer.

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There is no way to suppress feelings, because after seeing it ten thousand times, my heart will still be moved ten thousand times.