The little girl buried herself into his embrace, her snow-white slender arms encircled his neck, and her fuzzy little head rested against his chest, gently rubbing against it, ticklish like a small creature full of dependence, causing his body to shiver.
Qin Yu stood still, his hands supporting her waist and hips, as he looked down at the girl in his arms, her black, soft hair, fluffy and dense, cascading down from the top of her head, swinging around his arms, as delicate as she was.
"Are you very tired?"
Qin Yu asked softly.
Ah Da turned her head, looked up at his chin, and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it, finding it hard and a bit prickly.
Why would it be prickly? Does Qin Yu also have a beard?
It looked smooth enough.
Before she could answer, the man whose eyebrows furrowed pinched her waist with his fingers and exerted a slight force.
