There is a fox in my house

Chapter 1561 A warm current passes through my heart

Little Routuan slowly opened his eyes, his misty black eyes were as beautiful as crystal grapes.

Two round eyes lingered on Jiyue Liuyin's face, and then her pink lips lifted up slightly, actually smiling.

When she laughed, a warm and beautiful breath permeated from her body. . .

For a moment, Jiyue Liuyin was a little dazed.

He looked at the little baby girl obsessively, reached out his hand to her face, and stroked her gently.

The skin of a baby is incredibly smooth and soft.

His touch made the little baby girl frown slightly, but she didn't cry anymore.

When her fingers slowly slid onto the little baby girl's pink lips, she suddenly opened her lips, and swallowed his cold fingers in one mouthful.

The tender little tongue licked around his finger, which was wet and greasy, bringing a warm touch.

He looked at the little cutie who was nestled in his arms in a little surprise, and something called tenderness suddenly appeared in his heart.

A very small group. . .

The baby girl's skin is pink and tender, just like the spring bamboo shoots that have been peeled off, tender and fragrant.

On her head, the two pointed ears are moving, and the round eyes are blinking, which is indescribably cute.

Jiyue Liuyin's lips curled up into a smile, the smile was soft, and the voice was soft and gentle like water, "Little thing, you dare to bite me..."

The little baby girl Yiyi yelled and laughed, her tongue twirling mischievously on his fingers.

A warm current flowed through Jiyue Liuyin's heart, and the eyes that looked at the little baby girl became more and more gentle.

"little guy.."

He tapped her nose lightly, and was delighted to find that the baby girl's nose and lips were very similar to his.

Those eyes were like Jiang Xueya's.

With just one glance, he knew that this was his child.

Before the child was born, he didn't have any feelings for her.

But now looking at the little meat ball in his arms, the tenderness in his heart rippling involuntarily.

He asked someone to pick up the child and put it aside, then turned his head to look at the person on the bed.

If she hadn't relied on him to convey her spiritual power, she might have really died. . .

When I think of this, I still feel a little scared.

(End of this chapter)