In the softly lit corridor, Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan walked side by side.
The night breeze ruffled the stray hairs on Xiao Shuihan's forehead, and his face, illuminated by the lamplight, appeared mature and handsome, untouched by the passage of time.
His brows twitched slightly, and his face turned solemn: "The people around my son are quite capable; they were able to steal the top-grade Jade Heart Stone from Prison No. 0."
He had been with Luo Yilan for many years and knew all too well what a vicious and dangerous place it was. It would be difficult for a normal person to survive, let alone steal the top-grade Jade Heart Stone, a treasure of the prison.
Luo Yilan wore a faint smile on her noble face, her expression somewhat proud.
The fact that such people are willing to go through fire and water for their sons proves that their sons are not only exceptionally capable, but also possess outstanding personal charm.
Looking at her expression, Xiao Shuihan couldn't help but sigh, "Really, she's more charming than her father."
Without giving Luo Yilan a chance to complain about him, his expression instantly turned serious: "However, Alan, Prison No. 0 is not something you can decide on your own."
"This top-grade jade stone seems to be of great use to my son. Those guys behind the scenes will definitely intervene."
“If we go there like this, it will easily arouse suspicion.”
Luo Yilan's exquisitely beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, her gaze flickered, and she said coldly:
"I will try to keep them calm for now. As for what happens next, we'll discuss it further once we get there."
"After all, that prison is huge, with tens of thousands of criminals gathered inside. The most urgent thing is to get there first and find Guai Guai's friend."
She walked with her hands behind her back, the light shining on her, her shadow exuding an aura of domineering control.
“My son just took a fancy to this one thing, and as his mother, I have to get it for him no matter what.”
“If they dare to run into the line of fire, I wouldn’t mind letting them taste what it’s like to be pierced by a bullet.”
Xiao Shuihan grabbed her arm and leaned his head against her shoulder: "Alan, I'll do whatever you say."
After finishing their business, they took a few steps when Xiao Shuihan suddenly grabbed Luo Yilan's arm and stopped in place.
He looked at Luo Yilan, his eyes revealing no emotion, and suddenly asked, "Alan, is our son's waist as comfortable to hold as mine?"
He could clearly see the lingering look on Luo Yilan's face after she held her son.
Why didn't she act like this after I hugged her?
Luo Yilan paused for a moment when he asked her a question; she knew he was at it again.
She paused for a second and said, "More or less."
Xiao Shuihan raised an eyebrow slightly; this answer seemed acceptable.
But in just a second, his brow furrowed instantly, and his voice turned somber: "You're lying to me?"
Luo Yilan's eye twitched; she felt she had already gone too far with her answer.
Although Xiao Shuihan also had a great figure, Xiao Wujie was young and had been ill for a long time, so his waist was so small that one hand could wrap it around his waist, and his arm could wrap around it.
It was definitely more comfortable to hug than Xiao Shuihan.
Besides, as a mother, it's normal for her to want to hold her son after not having held him for so many years.
Xiao Shuihan's deep gaze was fixed on her, his voice even deeper: "You're lying to me."
"I'm just as easy to hold as my son, so why don't you hold me after you've held him?"
Luo Yilan couldn't help but rub her forehead, looking exasperated, and wrapped her arms around his waist: "How old are you? Why are you getting jealous of your son?"
"Your son just got back, so you'd better behave yourself."
A smile instantly appeared on Xiao Shuihan's face as he muttered, "A man is a boy until he dies."
"Ah Lan, you can't forget me just because you have a son."
As he spoke, he tightened his grip on Luo Yilan's hand, which was resting lightly on his waist, and coaxed her gently:
“Ah Lan, your son’s waist is for your daughter-in-law to hug, but mine is for you to hug.”
You can't put the cart before the horse!
Luo Yilan pulled him by the waist and walked forward, nodding pleadingly, "I know, I know."
"I'll hold you, I'll hold you every day."
Meanwhile, in the other room...
Chu Liyue, dressed in a sexy slip dress, sat leaning against the edge of the bed, looking at Xiao Wujie, who was huddled in the corner of the bed, gazing at her with a wronged and resentful look. A helpless expression crossed her face, and she softened her tone to coax him:
"Sweetie, it's getting late, let's go to sleep."
As he spoke, he bent down and reached out his arm to try to grab him, but Xiao Wujie shrank into a corner to avoid him.
He was wearing only a thin nightgown, without a blanket, his arms wrapped around his bent knees, his eyes full of grievance, biting his lower lip, his voice thick with nasal congestion:
"You're being mean to me..."
Chu Liyue bent her long legs and leaned closer to him, pulling him into her arms and gently pinching his earlobe:
"It wasn't fierce."
Xiao Wujie was hugged by her, remaining in the same position, curled up in a ball, but his head unconsciously nuzzled against her neck.
"You're lying. You didn't take me to find Lao Lu, and you even yelled at me, saying I made you angry."
Chu Liyue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and suddenly said in a somewhat dangerous tone:
"how?"
"Are you going to blame your sister because of Lu Zhufeng?"
"If that's the case, I'll really be angry. You should stay with him."
As she spoke, she raised the arm that was resting on Xiao Wujie's shoulder.
Xiao Wujie's eyes widened in panic. He quickly sat up and grabbed her arm, saying urgently, "Sister, I didn't, I didn't blame you."
I... just want you to comfort me.
It's okay if you don't try to comfort me.
I can comfort myself.
Upon hearing this, Chu Liyue's eyes instantly filled with laughter. She took the opportunity to pull him into her arms, leaned back with him, lay down on the bed, and hooked her foot over the blanket to cover herself.
"Go to sleep, Princess."
Xiao Wujie suddenly came to his senses and blushed at the way he was addressed.
He stopped bothering her, but instead nestled his head in her arms, his long, cool fingers tracing circles on her white heart:
"Sister, have you changed?"
"I'm losing patience with even trying to coax me."
"I'm easy to please..."
Chu Liyue pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it lightly:
"Baby, are you sure your brain hasn't been damaged because you're sick?"
What are you thinking about all day?
Chu Liyue could anticipate what he was going to say next, and directly blocked his path:
"I didn't find you annoying, and I didn't look down on you."
I love you, I cherish you, and I want you forever!
After she finished speaking, Xiao Wujie blushed completely, buried his face in her arms, and whispered shyly, "Then...that's good."
Chu Liyue gazed at him tenderly, sighed softly, and gently kissed his forehead:
"Your sister said she would never lose you again, so don't be afraid."
"Because of Aunt Luo, you can go with her as you wish."
"Once we rescue Lu Zhufeng, we can focus on preparing for the surgery so we can stay by my sister's side and not get lost!"
Xiao Wujie gave a soft hum, his slender body pressed close to hers, his arms wrapped around her waist, his legs draped over her body, and he gently rubbed against her soft chest.
"I'm sleepy, let me soothe me."
Chu Liyue bent her arms, encircled his head, hugged him tightly, and coaxed him to sleep.
After a moment, realizing that Chu Liyue was only holding him, Xiao Wujie whimpered and wriggled his body, saying, "Pat pat."
Chu Liyue chuckled, gently patting his back with her palm.
"Sweetheart, go to sleep."
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