Little Asheng's small feet were just like a person's, white and plump. When Song Yunuan stepped on them, they felt squishy and fun.
Huzi extended his foot, "Sis, you can step on me too."
Song Yunuan did so with a smile, and the trio instantly burst into giggles.
Sun Jinrong breathed a sigh of relief.
She quickly spread out the straw mats and also brought out a new quilt that gave off a faint smell of soap.
When it was time to lie down, Sun Jinrong turned to look at Song Yunuan, the tender and gentle girl, fragrant and fresh, with not only a beautiful face but also dainty little feet.
Such a well-behaved and sensible young girl, even though she didn't like the Song family, couldn't stop Sun Jinrong from taking a liking to her.
Her voice softened involuntarily, "Little Nuan, it's a bit cramped at home. Please bear with it."
"It's quite nice," she replied.
Snuggling with her freshly washed little brother, Song Yunuan began to feel sleepy.
