Becoming a Little Sweet Bun?

Not to mention Mo Beiyuan, even Yun Ran stopped pretending to be asleep.

Her Bun had suddenly changed.

Had he become a sweet bun?

Mo Beiyuan handed over his other hand. Of course, Bun would not blow at his hand. Instead, he kept rubbing his big hand with its small hand.

The friction heated up.

Then, he wrapped Mo Beiyuan's forearm and palm with a thick layer of white cloth used to treat wounds in his storage ring.

When Little Sweetcake saw him do this, she quickly cheered. "Wow! Brother, you're so awesome! This way, Daddy won't be cold anymore. Then you have to wrap this hand well."

"Okay."

With the combined efforts of the two little packrats, Mo Beiyuan's arms and hands were wrapped in cloth straps.

When they were resting, the secret guards looked at their master's two arms and palms and were stunned. "When did Master get injured? It's my fault for not knowing."