The young girl's body was unbelievably soft. When she approached, the sweet fragrance entered his nose, making it impossible to avoid her.
She threw herself into his arms with a very warm and soft aura.
Zi Chen's hand paused for a moment before finally landing on the back of her shoulder. He patted her gently and smiled. "Yes."
Tuan Zi wasn't satisfied with his answer. She took a step back from his arms and looked up at him, pouting. "But why didn't you say you missed me?"
Although it was only a month for Zi Chen, she had stayed inside for a hundred years!
Zi Chen sized up the little girl in front of him.
No, she shouldn't be called a little girl. The glutinous rice ball—Tuan Zi, who originally only reached his thigh—had already grown to his chest. She was slender and tall, and her long dress outlined her waist extremely beautifully.
