The girl was born with fair and delicate skin, and dressed in that pink long dress, she looked like a lovely budding peach blossom. Zhan Moxiao's fondness grew the more he looked at her, and thus he couldn't help but kiss her lips, "You look very beautiful."
The last trace of displeasure also dissolved with the wind.
He carried her up the steps and went straight into the castle.
The man was tall and sturdy, robust and powerful, while the girl was dainty and small, curled up in his arms, resembling a little pink bun.
Zhan Moxiao thought they were alone at home, so he was very absorbed in watching the girl in his arms, his heart rippling with sweet waves, thinking of pinning her on the sofa for a thorough kiss.
But to his surprise, as soon as they entered the living room, an incongruous voice floated to his ears, "Big Brother."
Zhan Cirui.
