Jiang Xiaoxiao was holding a bowl of paste while Song Moting stood on a stool pasting the couplets.
"Slow down, slow down. It's a bit crooked here, move a little to the left. Yes, that's perfect now."
Song Moting skillfully pasted the couplets and when he jumped down, he watched Jiang Xiaoxiao with her face turned up, softly directing his actions in an intimate and casual manner.
He couldn't help but pinch her cheek, soft and smooth, just like the touch he felt in the dark.
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed and dodged his big hand's playful attack, and Song Moting held her in his arms. The two exchanged a smile.
From a distance, Wu Weiguo watched the two standing side by side, snapped out of his daze, and his gaze finally fixed on the distinct hand on Jiang Xiaoxiao's shoulder, realizing this child looks exactly like him.
Seeing a girl who is a spitting image of him, there was a momentary shock when he saw Jiang Xiaoxiao's face, and it took quite a while to come back to his senses.
