If it is damaged, you can only hold it stiffly, and naturally you will not be strong after a long time.

Ying Zheng bit the bullet and took it, but as soon as he held the little bun in his arms, he felt a little... wet.

Liu Che hugged his son to Ying Zheng, only to realize that his arms were already wet. It turned out that the little ancestor had urinated, and naturally started crying when he felt uncomfortable.

Ying Zheng was holding the wet little bun, and it was not good to throw it away, and it was not good not to throw it away...

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