"What are you all doing?" Constantine Stewart leaned forward slightly, looking at the group of little kids squeezing against each other in the gaps between two rows of landscape trees, his voice unconsciously softened a bit as he asked with a deep gaze.
"We're looking at the pretty sister." Benjamin Leclair, wearing a white angel-like lace dress, smiled with her big eyes curved into crescents, speaking in a sweet, childish voice.
"Ahem." Casimir Shaw, who already considered himself grown up and sensible, coughed lightly. He definitely wasn't looking at the pretty sister; he was here to cover for Benjamin.
Benjamin's big black eyes rolled slightly, then she quietly tugged at her brother's pants.
Nicholas Carter innocently pulled back his pants. He was wearing suspender trousers today, so he wasn't worried about Benjamin pulling them off. It was just that his shoe got stepped on by Bentley Howard, making him unhappy.
