Seeing such a scene, Xiaoxin felt that the blood in her body was surging all of a sudden, and all her sleepiness was dissipated with anger. I really wanted to have an attack, but seeing the little guy holding an empty bubble bottle in one hand and the lid in the other, looking at Xiaoxin with eyes wide open, I couldn't vent my anger on him, so I could only swallow it back.
Xiaoxin looked at the time, it was already 1:50 in the morning. If you vent your anger on him, it will definitely make him cry, and then disturb other people's rest.
Xiaoxin looked at the cute little guy in front of her. He probably knew that he had done something wrong. Seeing his mother's changing expression, he didn't dare to add fuel to the fire.
Xiaoxin first took the bubble bottle and lid from his hand, covered it and threw it under the bed. Then I looked at the wet part of the bed and thought about it again and again, what should I do? Should I just pad the wet area and let him continue to sleep, or what should I do? I carefully pressed it with my hand, and a lot of bubbles came out when I pressed it down with my hand. It was unrealistic to use something to absorb it dry.
