When Bai Qingqing woke up, the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a bunch of chubby-looking porcelain figurines.
Reaching out to touch them, she could feel that the surface of each porcelain figurine was smooth to the touch and exquisitely made.
"Parker?" Bai Qingqing turned her head in delight. Parker was lying right behind her, propping up his head with one hand and staring at her. God knows how long he had been staring at her like that.
Parker flashed a grin at her. "Like it?"
"Of course." Bai Qingqing didn't even laze around on the bed like she usually did. Instead, she quickly sat upright and put on her clothes. "This is our family portrait. I want to place these figurines at the head of the bed."
Parker moved over a square-shaped rock and placed it next to their nest, using it as a bedside table.
