Yu Minglang didn't intend to look, but, um-hum, he still saw.
Even beneath the white, the pink wrapping was visible; same style, same color, quite nice...
Qian's slipper dropped as she jumped down, and Yu Minglang wanted to let her go to help pick it up, but Qian threw her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him.
Yu Minglang was instantly petrified.
His ears turned red, the color couldn't be hidden.
The girl spoke softly in a sweet voice.
"I'm so scared!"
She said she was scared, but her eyes were cold and calm. Yu Minglang was caught off guard by her sudden coquettish action, unsure of where to place his hands.
"It's okay, I've already subdued them, don't be afraid." He stiffly comforted her.
Feeling something amiss, the girl in his arms seemed to have moved her leg, Yu Minglang looked down.
