But she wasn't successful, because the woman was holding Little Bud, and in her sleep, Little Bud tightly embraced the woman.
"..."
Huai Fu Yueming's handsome face turned slightly dark. He looked at the woman in his arms and then scolded in a low voice, "Let go!"
Mi Yao, with her eyes closed, shook her head like a pendulum.
Huai Fu Yueming's cool lips curled into a cold sneer, "If you don't let go, I'll sleep here with you!"
He meant what he said, and Mi Yao was so frightened that she immediately let go.
But Little Bud still hugged her tightly. Mi Yao prayed in her heart that the young boy would never let go!
Huai Fu Yueming reached out his well-defined large palm to pry Little Bud's hands away, but the little one clung tightly, and he actually couldn't pry them apart for a moment.
The child's hands were tender; he didn't dare apply too much force.
