He smiled faintly, yet he was very handsome.
"So it's okay, don't worry about me."
With the tenderness of a young man, he cradled Tang Jin's face in his hands.
He touched his face, liking the feel of Little Milk Jin's cheek too much to resist gently rubbing it.
Uncharacteristically childish, he smiled rather proudly.
"Jinjin is only six years old this year, and you're already so impressive. Big brother is much older than you."
Little Milk Jin had her cheeks rubbed, and with her cat-like eyes, she blinked and stared blankly at Rong Qing.
In truth, the two hadn't spent a great deal of time together in person.
They chatted online more often, met occasionally, and every time, the Pretty Face Enthusiast would be dazzled by his Sugar Daddy Little Brother.
In addition to being generous, Rong Qing was also incredibly good-looking.
"Alright then."
Little Milk Jin felt comforted.
The unease in her heart slowly settled down.
