"You've been looking for so long, isn't that enough?" she said, blushing and shy.
"Not enough, I could never get enough in a lifetime," he affirmed, propping up Feng Xuxu's head with his finger, speaking tenderly.
"Hmph, you're so smooth with sweet nothings, you must have said them often before," she teased.
"I haven't, I swear to heaven, really," Xiao Chen promised in a panic to Feng Xuxu.
Pfft. "Alright, I was just teasing you." She pushed Xiao Chen away and walked to the bedside, picking up clothes and holding them up against him, "Hmm, the size seems right, but who knows what it feels like to wear them."
Xiao Chen took Feng Xuxu's hand that was holding the clothes, "It'll look good, definitely bewitching when you wear it."
"Of course, who do you think made it?" Feng Xuxu lifted her head high, proud like a peacock.
"Hahaha, it has to be made by my little treasure." It was the first time Feng Xuxu had seen Xiao Chen laugh so heartily, and she couldn't help but stare.
