His body temperature has always been low, and this little guy got a fever from drinking, so he unconsciously wanted to get closer to cooler places.

Yin Huaizhu opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked at Hang Suisui, whose face was flushed.

I lifted the blanket slightly and gently pulled her small body into my arms.

In her sleep, Hang Suisui felt as if she were being burned by fire.

In a daze, I felt as if there was a cool water source nearby, and I reached out my little hand to look for it.

Sure enough, the heat dissipated considerably in an instant.

Hang Suisui waved her hands comfortably, only thinking about scooping up more cool water in front of her.

She felt cool.

Yin Huaizhu, however, was at a loss due to being harassed by Hang Suisui.

Looking at the little guy clinging to him like an octopus, his two little hands groping around on his chest.

He was stiff all over and dared not move.

Seeing that the little one in his arms was still not calming down, he could no longer bear it and reached out to lock Hang Suisui's wrist.

The little one in my arms struggled a bit, but couldn't break free, so she calmed down and fell asleep.

Seeing that the little one in her arms had finally stopped moving around, Yin Huaizhu breathed a sigh of relief.

"You really are... even when you're this drunk, you still won't stop."

Yin Huaizhu released the two small hands from her grasp.

After gazing at the little one in his arms for a long time, he slowly extended his fingertip and gently touched the red mole between Hang Suisui's eyebrows.

Hang Suisui remained asleep and showed no reaction.

Then he covered her cheek with his large hand, gently stroking her eyebrows and the bright red mole with the pad of his thumb.

The scene of their first meeting kept flashing through Yin Huaizhu's mind.

Amidst the blazing firelight, Hang Sui Sui's face, illuminated by the flames, resembled that of a celestial being descended to earth.

To Yin Huaizhu, Hang Suisui was like a fairy descended to earth.

When Yin Huaizhu saw Hang Suisui again, all the dark thoughts in his heart were swept away.

He didn't want a high-flying flower to fall from its pedestal; she should remain pure and untouched by wind and snow, forever seated on the bright platform.