LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

The elevator was still quiet, but Wang Xin was very patient, calling her child over and over again.

Zhongqing was also a little nervous for no reason.

She really hoped that the little child could see his mother, but on the other hand, she was afraid that Wang Xin would be frightened by his appearance.

If they show fear... the little baby spirit will be sad, right?

Wang Xin didn't think too much. She just stared at the corner where the shadow disappeared without blinking, hoping that her child would come out to see her.

Finally, a small hand stretched out from the gap.

The unknown black and blue color made Wang Xin's husband take a breath and block his wife's face.

Wang Xin's expression didn't change at all, and she gently pushed her husband away.

Her eyes were soft, with smiles and expectations in her eyes: "Baby, step out a little more, let mommy see you."

He is her flesh and blood, the treasure that more than 180 people look forward to day and night. How could she be afraid of him?

The little arm trembled, and slowly, an equally small figure crawled out from the corner of the elevator.

He was so small, no more than the size of a palm, with a naked body and the color of death, and a pair of gray-white empty eyes looking at Wang Xin without blinking.

He climbed out of the corner and didn't go any further. He lay there as if he was worried about something.

Wang Xin's tears had already fallen down.

Mother and son are connected, and there is no deeper bond in the world than this.

From the moment this baby spirit appeared, she knew that he was her child.

Nothing can replace that connection that comes from flesh and blood and goes deep into the soul.

She ignored her husband's worried look, took a step forward, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Baby?"

The infant spirit tilted his head and looked at her, finally confirming that she was not scared by him.

In the feeling of love, this little baby spirit became happy almost instantly.

He crawled towards Wang Xin very quickly, walked around her feet and called her mother happily, and kept calling her.

Zhong Qing suddenly turned her head and glanced. Wang Xin's husband, the man who had always been on guard and serious, seemed to have turned his head sideways unbearably, his eyes red.

Wang Xin knelt down and stretched out his hand to touch his child, but his hand didn't touch anything.

The little baby took the initiative to lean his head over, gently leaning on her palm, looking very happy.

Wang Xin looked back at Zhong Qing at a loss: "Why can't I meet him?"

Zhong Qing shook her head: "Whether a person can touch a Yin object depends on the Yin object's own wishes."

She looked at the Yingling who was leaning on Wang Xin's palm, and felt very complicated: "If a person comes into contact with a vaginal object, it can range from physical discomfort to severe misfortune. He doesn't want you to be harmed."

Wang Xin's eyebrows trembled. She looked down at the infant spirit who was also looking up at her, and said in a choked voice: "Baby, mommy is not afraid. Can you let mommy hold her for a while?"

The little infant spirit seemed to be thinking about the meaning of her words. After looking up at her for a long time, he shook his head. His intermittent voice came from the elevator: "Mom... no... not good... mom." …”

Hearing this childish voice, Wang Xin's emotions that she had been suppressing finally collapsed at this moment and burst into tears.