Gwyn took the lollipop and put it in her mouth.

When Evelyn went into the bathroom, the Little girl climbed on top of the bed. She crawled very closely to Sheffield whose eyes were still closed. She then took out the lollipop filled with saliva from her mouth and put it on his mouth.

"Candies, eat candies," she said.

Soon enough, Sheffield's lips and chin were covered with saliva and the sticky candy.

When Evelyn came out of the bathroom, she saw Gwyn lying beside

Sheffield while still Licking the lollipop in her mouth. Then, she took it out and placed it on Sheffield's lips again.

“One lick for you, one lick for me."

Evelyn was amused. Instead of scolding her daughter, she just reminded the little girl.

“Gwyn, you can't share a Lollipop with others, especially when someone like your dad right here is sleeping."

Gwyn Looked at her mom and protested, “But if Dad eats enough candies, he'1l soon wake up.”

“Fine, as long as you're happy." Gwyn had changed a Lot since she found out that Sheffield was her father. Although she was still hesitant with meeting strangers, she had improved a lot compared to several months ago.

Wiping off the saliva and the sticky sugar on the corners of his lips.

Evelyn said softly, "If you don't wake up soon, your daughter will soon beat you."

Just as soon as she was finished speaking, a Loud slapping sound was heard in the room. It was so loud, it actually resounded in all corners of the room.

Evelyn was so stunned, she looked at the little girl in utter disbelief. The girl didn't seem to know that she just did something wrong. She lifted her little hand and gave her dad another slap in the face.

Evelyn stroked Gwyn's little head and persuaded, "Gwyn, you shouldn't hit your dad. It's wrong."

Gwyn widened her eyes at her mom, and continued to slap Sheffield in the face again, ignoring her words.

"Gwyn! Why won't you listen to me? Mommy is gonna be very upset,"

Evelyn said patiently.

Seeing that her mom was unhappy, the little girl felt wronged and pouted.

"But Daddy...won't get up..."

“Daddy is sick. He will get up, but not just yet. Do you understand?"

“Hit him, he will get up," the little girl blurted out to Evelyn's surprise. Uncle Joshua had told her so. With the good uncle's words in mind, she lifted her Little hand and patted on Sheffield's face again and again.

Evelyn put the towel aside and walked towards Gwyn with a sigh.

At that moment, Sheffield was having a dream. There were many people in it, surrounding him and calling out to him. One of them was a little cutie. She glared at him angrily and asked him why he was still sleeping.