After looking at Ou Luoxi's gaze, it was just as if Xia Xiaofu ducked and ran off into the distance.
…
After half an hour, Xia Xiaofu took a shower and changed into her nightgown as she stepped out of the door of the bathroom. She came over to the door of Little Xuyan's room and had a look. Ou Luoxi was still telling her a story, and Little Xuyan was already on the brink of falling asleep.
Xia Xiaofu did not go inside to interrupt them. Both father and daughter needed time to interact with one another.
She felt thirsty, so she went down the stairs to go into the living room to get a glass of warm water, and she stood before the French windows to drink it.
She was in a daze as she looked at the reflection of her small face in the French windows, and her face was already burning up.
Xia Xiaofu took a deep breath of air, and she cursed that man a thousand times inside her heart. What did he mean when he looked at her like that?
