On her feet were a pair of gray plush slippers, and under the skin of those slender legs, faint light blue veins were visible.
Lu Xiaoyou leaned against the dining table, stretched out her arm. She couldn't understand why the dining table in the dining room was so big; the fruit plate was placed in the middle, and it was quite a struggle for her to reach out and grab a cherry to eat.
Suddenly, Lu Xiaoyou turned her head and looked at the man standing behind her.
Long Xiliang tilted his head innocently at her, with a calm and innocent expression on his face.
Lu Xiaoyou's mouth slightly opened, just about to say something, when Long Xiliang bent down and placed the sandwich in his hand onto the dining table.
"Youyou, time to eat."
Lu Xiaoyou slightly pouted, not knowing how charming she looked at that moment as she turned her head back to look at him, with sweet coquettishness in her eyes.
Lu Xiaoyou pushed back with her legs, "This table is poking me; my stomach hurts."
