Because of Yi Ting's majesty, Xiao Ye pitifully curled up in the corner, silently shedding tears.
He didn't understand why his sister could be a girl, but he couldn't be a girl?
He also wanted to stay and be with Sister Yaoyao.
...
Meanwhile, Song Yaoyao's conversation was going happily.
The son of the restaurant owner sent over a pot of flower tea. The three of them were sitting in the pavilion, the cool breeze blowing, and it was exceptionally comfortable.
Song Yaoyao held her chin, her small hand tapping gently on the table.
Lin Shuang said enviously, "Rao, how do you take care of your skin? It looks like the skin of a baby."
They were so close to each other, yet she couldn't see any flaws at all.
She remembered that when she was pregnant, even though Yi Ting had hired the best nurse for her, and created a custom menu for what she ate and drank every day, she still couldn't help but have some spots.
