The last sentence was like a stab to Bei Yiyi's heart, causing another wave of pain.
At this moment, all her defenses and resistance against Wu Yao were replaced by her affection for the Little Demon King.
She couldn't care about anything else, resting her head next to the Little Demon King's small head, her hand gently placed on his tiny body, patting and soothing him to sleep.
Now, the Little Demon King was truly exhausted, and he couldn't hold on any longer. Before he fell asleep, the corners of his lips curved slightly.
In his heart, he silently said: Uncle Wu, I can only help you this far; the rest depends on your own efforts...
Wu Yao and Bei Yiyi were so close that only the Little Demon King's small body was between them. This distance could essentially be ignored.
As the Little Demon King drifted off to sleep, the room became so quiet that even a pin dropping could be heard clearly.
