Perhaps it was because his palm was warmer, she seemed to find it more comfortable.
Zhan Nanjue thought of this and took the initiative to rub her lower abdomen, gently humming a song to lull her to sleep: "Little baby, quickly sleep, in dreams I will be with you, to accompany your laughter and your tears, with me to snuggle close."
Gong Shirao's body tensed slightly, as if many images were flooding into her dream.
The four-year-old her was crying and crying, and her elder brother, not knowing how to comfort her, started singing to her.
He sang like this, 'Little baby, quickly sleep, how many times you'll dream of me, with me, the dreams are the best, and you'll be comforted when you wake.'
'I don't want to sleep at all, why are you trying to lull me to sleep, I just want to cry!'
'I'm lulling little pigeon to sleep, trying to stop your crying,' he said.
'Then sing another song, I don't want to hear this one.'
'This is the only nursery rhyme I know...'
