Perhaps because of a child's body, Xiao Wu cried himself to sleep, his cheeks flushed, eyes tightly shut, still occasionally sniffing and hiccuping. Seeing Xiao Wu like this, Bi Xia didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry.
Fingertips touched Xiao Wu's brow, and the azure spiritual power gradually melted into Xiao Wu's spiritual sea. The originally restless child gradually calmed down, his tiny fists relaxed, breathing evenly, his chest rising and falling stably.
Bi Xia gently touched Xiao Wu's cheek, tucked the blanket up a bit, stood up, and quietly walked towards the door. After opening the door and confirming Xiao Wu hadn't awakened, he walked out and closed the door behind him.
"He's asleep?"
Wei Ming raised his eyelids, legs crossed while watching TV, leisurely responding.
