I listened to my sister's words today.

The car slowly drove towards the manor. In order to let Yun Yiruo sleep more comfortably, Jiang Ling sat in the passenger seat at the expense of herself.

Along the way, the driver gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and drove cautiously, fearing that he would accidentally wake up the little princess who was sleeping in the back seat.

Finally arriving at the destination, Jiang Ling quietly opened the back door of the car and saw that the little guy was still sleeping soundly with a faint smile on his face.

He bent down carefully, afraid of making any sound, and gently picked up Yun Yiru.

However, when Jiang Ling carried Yun Yiruo into the villa, the little one suddenly opened her sleepy eyes and asked drowsily, "Sister, are we home yet?" Then she yawned and asked, "When can we eat?"

Jiang Ling patted the little guy's butt helplessly and said softly, "Still eating! You've already eaten so much at noon. There's no dinner tonight, so go back to sleep."

Hearing these words, Yun Yiruo instantly became energetic, like a hungry little tiger. A burst of strength came out of nowhere, and he struggled desperately to jump out of Jiang Ling's arms.

Yun Yiruo pouted and protested dissatisfiedly, "I don't want it! I can see the dinner is already on the table, why can't I eat it?"

Jiang Ling glared at Yun Yiruo and said, "Just because you ate a whole table of food by yourself at noon, don't think I don't know."

Yun Yiruo whined like a spoiled child: "I don't care! I just want to eat! If I don't find something to eat at night, I will have insomnia!" As he said that, Yun Yiruo sat down on the ground and started to act like a spoiled child, his little face flushed red, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Well, if you really want to eat, then go chew a few digestive tablets, and it will be a meal."

"Hurry up and get up. I'll make you some milk. After you finish drinking the milk, we can go to sleep, okay?" Jiang Ling squatted down and wanted to pick up the little guy.

"I don't want it! I want to eat!" Yun Yiruo shook off her sister's hand, ran to the side, and then hid under the counter.

"Be good, drink some milk first, okay? You can eat later." Jiang Ling sighed helplessly and coaxed softly.

"I don't want to drink! I just want to eat!" The little guy shook his head stubbornly, his little mouth pouting.

Just as Jiang Ling was about to say something, the little girl started to cry, "Wuwuwu..."

Jiang Ling lovingly carried the little guy out from under the counter, patted his back gently and consoled him, "What's wrong? Honey, it's okay, don't cry, don't cry. I'll make you some rice porridge, okay?"

Watching her sister walk into the kitchen, Yun Yiru felt indescribably uncomfortable. She didn't know why her personality had become like this. In addition, she had just woken up, so the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She squatted in the corner and cried harder and harder.

"No! This is not my personality. I was never like this before! Who am I?" Yun Yiruo seemed to have suddenly forgotten a lot of things, and pounded his head with his hands helplessly.

The system in the system space looked at the fusion rate, which finally reached 100%, and nodded with satisfaction: "It is already a qualified velvet ball." The entire ball of light flashed and disappeared again.

Jiang Ling walked over and saw the little guy holding his tail and banging his head. He quickly went forward and hugged him, asking nervously, "What's wrong, dear? Are you feeling unwell?"

Woo woo woo, I... I really don't know why I am like this. I'm sorry, sister, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. I really don't know what's wrong with me. I just can't control my emotions.

It’s okay, sister doesn’t blame you. Don’t be sad. Come, let’s drink the milk and then go upstairs to sleep together. Everything will be fine after you wake up.

However, Jiang Ling didn't take it too seriously, thinking the little guy was just being grumpy after waking up. After all, he had a weekly checkup. He couldn't help but feel a little amused when he saw the little guy frowning and pouting.

Jiang Ling smiled, carried the little one upstairs, and made a cup of milk. Yun Yiruo drank it with gusto, finishing the whole cup in a short while. After drinking the milk, she began to feel sleepy again, and her eyelids gradually drooped.

I carefully placed the baby on the bed, covered him with a quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked the back of the little guy's neck, and felt the beating pulse under the soft skin.

Then, he pulled out a small syringe filled with a clear liquid from his pocket. He took a deep breath and said to the little guy, "I'm sorry, Yiruo, I can't leave you. Don't blame me." Then, he pointed the syringe at the back of the little guy's neck and gently pressed the button.

The little guy felt a sharp pain and instinctively wanted to scratch it, but Jiang Ling stopped him in time. He quickly wiped the back of the little guy's neck with a cotton pad.

I walked to the bed and gently lifted a corner of the quilt. I saw the little guy's feet exposed outside. There was a red rope tied around his feet with a small bell hanging on it.

I gently lifted the little creature's foot and untied the red bell from its ankle. Hidden within the bell was a small black object, clearly a locator. While this locator accurately tracked location, it was very power-hungry and required frequent battery replacement.

In fact, I have thought and considered countless times in my mind about doing these things.

If things continue like this, where you are not allowed to do this and are restricted to that, and are chained up like a prisoner, then deep down inside you will inevitably be filled with strong feelings of dissatisfaction and resistance.

This feeling of being bound is like a bird that longs to fly freely but has its wings clipped, and can only be trapped in a narrow cage helplessly.

If this continues, an explosion is only a matter of time. However, the truly wise approach is not to blindly imprison and restrict, but to choose to let go appropriately.

Because only in this way can you truly lock the other person's heart and make him/her stay by your side willingly, rather than drifting away under oppression.

After carefully checking to make sure there were no traces left, he put the little guy's feet back into the bed and gently covered him with the quilt. After doing this, he stood up, picked up the little guy's changed clothes, turned around, and left the room quietly.

As he walked into the bathroom, his hands seemed to be out of control. He slowly raised his slender hand, as if holding a rare treasure, and carefully brought the small and exquisite piece of clothing in his hand close to his nose.

As the distance got closer, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of milk quietly penetrated into my nose.

Close your eyes, quietly feel this unique breath, and an indescribable emotion surges in your heart.

After a moment, she opened her eyes reluctantly, looked at the cute panties in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally put them gently into the pool.

He put his hands into the warm water, held the panties, and began to scrub them carefully.

(Thank you all for your gifts and support. All the previous drafts have been lost. In fact, this is the draft of Chapter 101. I revised it many times and tried my best to connect it with the previous ones without too much sense of tearing. It’s just that the plot of this stage will be much faster.)