Chapter 27

Ansley bounced off the bed and sat up.

He reached out and quickly turned on the light, which suddenly lit up and was a bit harsh,

He blinked his eyes and looked at the red chick in his palm with surprise.

When he met the black bean like eyes of the red chick, he instinctively held his breath.

The red chick lay wet in his palm, Ansley as if holding a baby.

The red chick let out another cry, its voice very soft and weak, but its milk like voice was still so cute.

Ansley's heart softened.

He directly pulled the blanket and gently wiped the wet down of the red chick.

Haw! Ansley let out a gentle chirp at the red chick.

Haw! The red chick responded with a sound, then lowered its head and closed its eyes again.

Ansley slapped her hand and then continued to wipe with a more gentle motion.

It wasn't until the fluffy feathers of the chick were fluffy again that Ansley carefully placed the red chick on the pillow.

I glanced at my watch and it was only around two o'clock in the morning.

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