At the sound of the door, Xiao Chifeng looked up.
He saw a light and elf-like beauty, gracefully smiling and walking towards him.
Looking at her delicate face, her slender and perfect neck like a swan's, and her vibrant and captivating appearance, Xiao Chifeng suddenly felt his throat dry.
Shen Qingcong came barefooted to him, faced his intense gaze, her pretty face slightly warm, she asked him softly, "Achi, is there any new dress for me to wear here?"
Xiao Chifeng did not answer. Instead, he glanced at her bare feet and scooped her up in his arms. He fussed over her with motherly concern, "You always fail to take care of yourself. Luckily, there's a carpet on the floor. Otherwise, what if you catch a cold?"
Shen Qingcong glared at him playfully, laughed softly and said, "Where am I not looking after myself? It's clearly you who are over-anxious. It's still August, what's the harm in going barefoot? Hey, I'm asking you, do you have any new clothes for me to wear?"
