Li Lingye strode out of the car, walked around it, and his gaze fell on the child in front of the car. He estimated the child to be about five or six years old. If not for the tears staining his face, he would look like a princess from a storybook, beautiful and delicate.,Bai Xianxian took a deep breath, then pulled out the second tool she had prepared for tonight—a device that sprayed mist. The steam shot directly onto Li Lingxuan on the bed.,Bai Xianxian got into bed. In the hazy darkness, her paleness stood out particularly in this quiet night, making her look exceptionally beautiful and pure.。