Two balls of air rolled with the flames at the top of the fire, as if walking on waves.

"Daughter, are you awake?"

Su Jian, who was controlling the fire with one hand and holding Yin Nian's head with the other, showed an embarrassing smile: "Ah... Daddy is... Hum..."

He was crazy about the few excuses in his mind.

Finally, he slapped his head suddenly: "Ah! Dad thinks your room is a little cold. Is it warm to you if it's warm?"

Yin Nian silently brushed away his hand.

Sit up.

Hula la la la la!

Sweat dripped down her spine like a blowout.

Yin Nian: "..."

Su Jiang: "...Ah, the firepower is a little bit strong. This may be the temperature of fatherly love."

Yin Nian took a deep breath.

The speechless anger that was about to surge.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Su Jiang also sighed.

Give up and struggle.

He looked at the two balls of gas that were about to take shape.
Chapter completed!