"Can I go inside and take a look?"
Little Hu poked his head forward and tucked his feet back, his mouth splitting into a grin, sending a clear "try to come in, I dare you" signal.
Lin Xiaosu glared at him: "Your owner doesn't guard against me, why are you so defensive?"
The door behind him creaked open, and a voice came: "What are you two doing?"
"I was saying I'd go in and ask if your Mother was hungry, but your little tiger here won't let me in. I've been doing a whole half-day's worth of ideological and political work with it, this little guy has some strong principles..." His voice suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
Because he saw an incredibly enticing sight.
Yixiang had just come out of her bath, with drops of water still on her hair. Her cheeks, red and white were distinctly separated, the extreme of both colors. White as a freshly peeled egg, red as the blazing sunrise.
Such grace, simply didn't seem of this world.
