Song Yaoyao pouted and settled down.
Her curly black eyelashes flickered as she looked at the man in front of her. At his every move and every tiny expression.
When he didn't smile, he appeared very serious and scary.
Yet he was doing something that others would never expect him to do.
He was putting on clothes for the girl he loved...
"Stretch out your hand."
Song Yaoyao obediently stretched out her hand.
"Move a little."
Song Yaoyao shifted her little butt.
She leaned on the man's shoulder and looked at his side profile. His lines were sharp, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his long eyelashes were thin and dense. Song Yaoyao couldn't help but stretch out her finger to flick it.
She also couldn't help but say, "Gege, you'll spoil me like this!"
"That's fine."
