Bai Yaoyu listened, and without a word, removed his own outer robe and laid it on the long stone bench.
"Now you can sit."
Bai Zhi'er elegantly lifted her small skirt and, after sitting down, patted the spot beside her.
"Sister Youzhen, come on, let's wait for my daddy together."
Fang Youzhen looked at the princely heir's brocade under Bai Zhi'er's bottom.
She cleared her throat: "No need, I'm fine standing."
Bai Zhi'er wiggled her chubby little finger: "Come on! Don't be shy, please sit!"
Fang Youzhen pressed her red lips tightly.
Beside her, Bai Yaoyu glanced at her with his dark eyes, speaking lightly: "You should sit, my sister has asked several times now."
Bai Zhi'er's big eyes were moist and clear, her little pink face full of innocence.
Fang Youzhen couldn't bear to refuse any longer, so she sat down as told.
But her body was straight and tense, seemingly a bit uneasy.
After all, she was sitting on Bai Yaoyu's outer robe.
