After a moment of panic, Baobao hurriedly covered his bottom, looking shy and embarrassed; he would not let his fuer touch him.
He hadn't meant to do it; he just hadn't been able to help himself.
Baobao looked at his fuer with a sweet smile on his face, though inside he was crying his heart out. He had wet his fuer’s big bed—what if his fuer was unhappy about it? Perhaps his fuer wouldn't let him sleep here tomorrow.
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