"Sorry, your door was open, so I didn't knock..." Yeh Cangqiong pointed to the open door, crossed his arms, and spoke with a serious expression.
Chi Xiaoyu touched her head, wondering if she had forgotten to close the door after going to tell Xiao Guai a story just now? She couldn't remember.
"Oh, it's okay, what did you want to see me for?"
She was wearing a loose off-the-shoulder nightgown, her hair just dried, lazily draped over her shoulders, her face a blush, and her delicate shoulders were very enchanting.
Every time after a bath, her complexion was always especially rosy, her eyes exceptionally bright under the lights.
Yeh Cangqiong stared at her rosy lips for a long time... his breathing became slightly erratic, his mouth parched and tongue scorched.
"Xiao Guai's painting, I can't sense anything from it... could you give me a hint?"
"A hint? Taking care of children requires patience. You have to slowly understand their world. Give her a little more time!"
