After going through the paper, Hao Ren's legs were a little sore from Zhao Yanzi's weight.
But since she was very soft, Hao Ren felt like he was holding a large cat in his arms. Therefore, Hao Ren didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
"Anything else you don't understand?" Hao Ren turned to her and asked.
Zhao Yanzi was at the age when she had the best skin. There was no flaw on her face whatsoever, and she was as smooth as a porcelain doll.
"No!" she shrugged at Hao Ren's stare, and her shoulder accidentally hit Hao Ren's chin, making him almost biting his tongue.
Zhao Yanzi placed her hands on the table like a nimble little kitten. Then, she hopped from Hao Ren's chair into her own chair.
The spot where she laid on was still warm, and Hao Ren took another look at Zhao Yanzi and felt like she really looked like a cat that he couldn't even catch.
