Qin San Lang lowered his head, watching Xiao Yu tying the pouch for him… She was so small, standing right in front of him, talking him through all the things to remember. It made his heart feel warm and toasty, and he couldn't help lifting his hand to her waist—his arm tightened, and he drew her into his arms, making her tilt her head up to glare at him, complaining, "What are you doing? I haven't finished tying it yet."
As her words fell, the last knot was tied.
She patted the food pouch at his waist, then looked up and smiled at him. "All done. Remember to take it out and eat when you get hungry."
He looked at her, and when her smile was at its sweetest, he bent down and kissed her, feeling deeply delighted.
Alongside the delight came a tingling in his heart and a surge of impulse.
"Xiao Yu, I'm fond of you~"
He liked her—liked her very much. He wanted to keep her tied to him and take her along, never part for even a moment.
