"What's the matter, little cutie? Did you wake up already missing Daddy?" Qingyi asked playfully, reaching a hand up toward the baby perched on his shoulders.
Lingxi nodded so vigorously that her whole little body swayed back and forth, her tiny hands clinging tightly to her father's black horns while her curious eyes scanned the path ahead.
His large hand came to rest on his daughter's head, on black hair streaked with green, sliding through the soft strands with tenderness.
Lingxi let go of the horns at once, grabbing two of Qingyi's thick fingers instead and pulling them down against her cheek.
She began rubbing her face into that huge, warm palm, her little eyes closing in pure contentment.
She was just like a clingy kitten.
Qianyao, walking at Qingyi's right, couldn't help but smile at the scene.
She wasn't in any hurry to have a daughter of her own, since she didn't consider herself ready for that yet.
