Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

It seems that he is asleep.

Xiaoguo put the quilt he ripped off and put it on him again, and then left with the towel on the side.

After listening to the footsteps behind him and leaving, Zhuang Zhuang quietly opened his eyes, and his little hands secretly wiped his tears.

He can't cry, he wants to be an obedient and good boy, Xiaohua and Xiaohu should receive gifts, he shouldn't be jealous, he has no reason to be jealous.

But... I can't help but rely on my sleep.

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