Klaus will never allow their little meat ball to wake up without the possibility of seeing a familiar face. Therefore, whether Klaus's father or Bailu's mother must be present, preferably both.

He always insisted on this inexplicably.

Bailu occasionally guessed silently in her heart whether Klaus's childhood was too dark, so he concentrated all his love on their children in disguise.

Klaus walked very fast. He didn't speak all the way. Bai Lu, who was becoming more and more curious, couldn't walk behind him. Klaus saw his little wolf girl rubbing against him and holding Klaus's hand. She asked him in a embarrassed whisper, + "these people are werewolves. The priest said you provided them with food, Klaus, are you... Are you helping them? "

Bailu is a little embarrassed. She seems to have misunderstood Klaus. Anyway, even if the man is tough and arrogant, it is an indisputable fact that he saved so many werewolves!

"They are not your people, but mine. You should know that I am a hybrid..." Klaus didn't look at Bai Lu. He seemed to be talking to himself. He was arrogant and didn't care about the people around him. "It was a long time ago. Now they haven't fallen. Maybe their plight inspired the good side of my human nature... What can I say? What's your opinion? Elijah must have influenced me, or I don't know why my head is stiff and my heart is soft when I see you and the baby... "

Bailu stopped. She turned her head and smiled at Klaus sincerely. Her bright eyes looked at Klaus with deep and deep eyes.

Klaus didn't know how to react. His little wolf girl held out her hand to him, tightly covered his face and pasted it. Every word came out of Bailu's mouth. In his opinion, every word seemed to have sweet honey juice.