Li Xiaobao glanced at Tutu, then twitched his arm, and immediately a wave of soreness made him grimace.
This girl sure sleeps deeply, and even in her dreams, her small hands clutching his clothes tightly, as if afraid Li Xiaobao might run away.
He sighed: "This won't do, I need to find someone to take care of this girl."
Frowning and thinking hard, but couldn't come up with a candidate. Tutu doesn't even like Li Xiao, she doesn't even want Li Xiao to hold her.
He gently lifted Tutu's head, then withdrew his sore arm that had almost gone numb.
But almost instantly, Tutu, who had been sleeping deeply, suddenly snapped her eyes open.
Not the slow kind of eye-opening, but suddenly, with eyes wide open.
Soon, Tutu spoke in a tender voice, on the brink of crying: "Big Brother, don't leave Tutu behind."
Li Xiaobao had a headache: "No, I'm just getting up, it's morning."
"Oh, Tutu was scared to death." Tutu retracted her hand, charmingly grinned: "I'll get up too."
