Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, amused by her sudden embarrassment.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched his daughter vacate her seat with such bashfulness. "Alright, then," he said with a soft chuckle, taking the seat she had offered.
As he settled into the chair, a lingering sweetness filled the air, a subtle fragrance that reminded him of delicate flowers.
He couldn't help but look at Yue, his gaze lingering on her soft cheeks.
They looked like the most tempting white peaches, perfectly smooth and inviting.
The thought crossed his mind that they would taste as sweet as they looked—a thought that made him smile inwardly.
Yue noticed his gaze, recognizing the glint in his eyes. 'He's thinking of something not so good again,' she thought, a light blush creeping up her neck.
To distract herself, she moved to the side, where a small silk-colored handbag was kept.
