"I'm not willing to give you away!" Jian Xi stroked her belly and said softly, "Xiao Guai, did you hear that? I'm not willing to give you away. If you're still here, then just stay with me forever!"
There was no response.
The long night was deathly still, beside her was her son's even breathing; every now and then his little arms and legs would stretch over and bump into Jian Xi, a very warm feeling.
Jian Xi smiled faintly, feeling like she was being foolish.
First, the fact proved she had lost the Golden Three Seconds; her eyes no longer possessed any controlling power. Second, even if Xiao Guai was still around, without her consent, there was no way it could be inherited by Little Watermelon.
Once she'd figured it out, she lay down with relief, gently pulled her son into her arms, and slowly drifted into sleep.
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The night was deep, and a black sedan was speeding along the road.
