In the evening, Huang Qingtian had just come out of the bathroom when he saw a certain little one hugging a book and humming non-stop.
She was wearing a rather thick coral fleece pink and white pajama set, looking from a distance like a little ball...
"You little rascal, what's wrong?" Huang Qingtian wiped a few droplets of water from his ink-black hair as he walked toward Mu Keren.
"Huang Qingtian, wuu wuu..." As soon as the little troublemaker heard Huang Qingtian's voice, she immediately threw the book aside and hurled herself at him.
Her pitiful little appearance melted Huang Qingtian's heart.
So, without thinking, the man threw the towel in his hand aside and caught the person who had hung her entire little body onto his with both hands.
"Huang Qingtian, I really don't feel good!"
"What do you mean?"
She looked to be in pretty good spirits.
