There were still guests at home, and Leh Ying didn't dare relax for a second, fearing the ancestral fire within her would ignite. She muttered, "The doll always asks me who my ancestors are."
"Hmm?"
Under the hem of her skirt, Xu Jingxi's large hands cradled her buttocks, pressing on the softest part as he looked at her and continued, "Tell me about it."
"They definitely have the surname Leh." She was very serious.
She was lying, her gaze evasive.
The man lowered his gaze and leaned in, smiling into her eyes. She panicked even more, her pupils slightly contracting.
Xu Jingxi laughed, "Is it me?"
The young girl remained silent, and then, still under the scrutinizing gaze of the man, unable to hide her thoughts in front of him, she reluctantly nodded honestly.
He laughed in amusement.
Being her ancestor was no small matter: he worried daily about her being kidnapped, or that stray dogs outside might drag her away and bully her.
