He bent over slightly, his body almost leaning forward, to make it easier for her small hands to grasp his collar.
However, the little girl pouted.
"Let me do it, don't move," Zhao Qian'er murmured a complaint, snuggling into Zhao Rong's arms. She bumped her forehead against his firm chest and then raised both hands, palms open, pushing against his chest.
Zhao Rong had no choice but to straighten up again.
"So clumsy..."
Zhao Qian'er looked up at him, her big, peach blossom eyes curving at the corners with a light pink hue.
The young girl smiled, spat gently, but then, without making a sound, she glanced down...
Zhao Rong nodded, standing still to let the diligent Qian'er lead his collar.
Zhao Rong ignored Li Bai, the sword-bearing man who was grumbling discontentedly, and glanced at Gu Yiwu, who was waiting beside him.
