Lin Mo, who was in the middle of a meal, raised his head to glance at his mother, swallowed the food in his mouth with some difficulty, and complained, "Mom, why do you always want Little Yuer to sleep with you?"
Lin Shu, who was walking away, stopped in her tracks, turned her head to meet her son's dissatisfied gaze, and smiled with amusement in her eyes, "Why not? Yuer is so sweet and soft, and every time I hold her to sleep, my sleep quality is exceptionally high."
Lin Mo put down his chopsticks and utensils, "There's only one Little Yuer, and you're hogging her all to yourself. What am I supposed to hold?"
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