"Dad, what are you doing?" Although she was about to succeed, a young voice sounded nearby at this critical time.
Zoe.
Howar turned his head and saw Zoe sitting up. His black eyes were staring at him with doubts on his face.
Belle was ashamed, and her pretty face was bleeding. She fiercely pushed Howar away, stretched out her hand over the quilt, quickly covered her body, and even covered her head in the quilt.
She was ashamed to be seen by Zoe.
Belle was covered in the quilt. Did Howar have to explain?
Otherwise, Zoe would not sleep!
"Cough, Zoe, your mother's legs are itchy. I'll stop her itching!" Howar explained with a red face and embarrassment.
Belle was under the quilt, gnashing her teeth in hatred and scolding him!
"Oh, you can stop her itching in this way. When I get itch
