Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan Bo Yu has slept like a log for a long time. When Song Shilin opens the door and goes in, he just sees little Watermelon lying on Bo Yu’s chest with open eyes and the ignorant expression. He can’t help frowning and walks to pick the child up. ―How can he let the child sleep on him chest during his illness? However, as soon as little Watermelon is picked ...