Winson liked her coax him into sleeping this way the most. After a while, he was in a daze, but he still said vaguely, "Mom, he treats you very well."Jessica's fingers stopped. "Hmm?""He's fine, but Dad will be fine..."The little fellow shrank into her arms and fell asleep. Jessica was stunned and looked down at the child. Under the dark light, Winson's tender little face was covered with a layer of soft white light. His long eyelashes were under his eyelids, and his little nose was blowing hot air on her neck. His messy hair was tied to her arm, itchy.Such a posture reminded Jessica of when Winson was very young. At that time, he was only a little older and didn't know how to speak, but he liked to pester her to sleep every day. When he couldn't see her, he would look for her. Later, when he was weaning, he was forcefully isolated by Blake and slept in the children's room.At that time, the child was probably only as big as a pillow, but now he was so big. In fact, it was not
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