Huang Luoxiu looked at the little girl standing at the door. She blinked her big, clear eyes and looked at him. No matter how he looked at her, she seemed soft and cute.
He was afraid that the little girl would be bored, so he asked her to play in the living room first.
After all, back at home, Huang Luoxiu was taught that a man should pamper a woman.
When he was at home, his father often cooked, and he couldn't bear to see his mother being scalded by the oil and smoke.
Although her mother's cooking skills were also very good, her father still couldn't bear to let her go into the kitchen.
He looked at Zi Lingxi's obedient and youthful appearance. He didn't want her to feel the oil and smoke from the kitchen.
Little girls should be pampered.
Her parents said that girls should be raised well.
Zi Lingxi's heart was still beating fast.
When she heard Huang Luoxiu's words, for some reason, she felt like she was being pampered.
