Albinism is born and it is not known if it can be cured. Even if it can't be cured, it can finally allow Xiaobao to return to normal.

He used to have a classmate who was albinism, but people can also live under the sun, except for a little whiter skin, which seems to be no different from normal people.

It is estimated that Xiaobao is afraid of the sun, on the one hand, because his condition is deeper, and on the other hand, because he has the cold poison to cause trouble. Also, Lin Yuchen and Luo Qingxue, because they were too worried, afraid that he would not adapt to the sun, and left him at home for a long time.

Sometimes, this so-called "fear of light" is more psychological than physiological.

He must overcome Xiaobao's illness so that he can embrace the sun and the earth!

"Okay, what story does Xiaobao want to hear?"

"Well, that's it. Xiaobao frowned, and thought for a long time before he pointed to the page: "That's it, Cinderella!"

"Hmm. Leng Yunting nodded, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Xiaobao was lying on the bed, his little arms were propped up on the soft pillow, supporting his little face, his little feet were cocked, and he was kicking the quilt.

"Xiaobao has to sleep well, otherwise I won't tell stories. ”

"Oh well. Xiaobao frowned, and finally lay down obediently, Leng Yunting covered him with the quilt, then turned the pages of the book, and said in his low, magnetic male voice: "A long, long time ago。。。。。。 ”

Not even halfway through the story, Xiaobao is already asleep. Leng Yunting put down the fairy tale and watched him close his eyes and sleep peacefully. This little face, no matter how you look at it, looks like him, but in the subtleties, it has Luo Qingxue's delicacy and gentleness, but it is blonde. It is conceivable that if Xiaobao grows up, how many women will have to die with this handsome little face!

Listening to Xiaobao's steady breathing, Leng Yunting leaned down and kissed him gently on the corner of his forehead.

Xiaobao seemed to sense something, frowned his little brows, muttered a sentence or two, and finally, fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, Luo Qingxue came out of the bathroom, and as soon as she came out, she saw this scene, the intimacy between Leng Yunting and Xiaobao. She saw the masculine cold clouds, and the lovely little Bao, the yellow light, shining from behind them, outlining his angular facial contours and Xiaobao's cute little face, it was so intoxicating.

Perhaps, the most masculine time for a man is when he truly loves his wife and children.

She stood in place, Leng Yunting saw her come out, just stretched out her slender index finger and put it to her lips, meaning to tell her not to make a sound, Xiaobao was already asleep.

Luo Qingxue nodded, Leng Yunting extinguished the lamp, walked towards her slowly and gently, and hugged her silently.

She was hugged by him, volleyed into the air, and glanced back at Xiaobao, who was sleeping soundly, and softly snoring a child, as if he was dreaming some kind of sweet dream.

Before studying in the room with Xiaobao, Leng Yunting had already taken a shower, he carried her next door and closed the door.

When Leng Yunting leaned over, the sharp stinging pain of that moment seemed to burn Luo Qingxue's nerves. She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Leng Yunting's broad shoulders tightly: "Leng Yunting-"

Leng Yunting slowly moved his face, he was on top, she was down.