Lin Huahua, who had been waiting for praise, almost choked. "Feet protector?" she repeated, her white rat ears twitching because she did not know whether to laugh or get offended. "That name sounds so ugly."
Feng Yiren looked at her as if she was the unreasonable one. "Then what is it supposed to be called? It protects feet, does it not? Feet protector is already very direct. Do you want me to call it soft ground biting stopper?"
Mu Qingyi, who had been watching from the side with warmth in his brown eyes, could not stop the low laugh that escaped him.
His antlers cast soft shadows against the stone wall as he leaned over to look at the item more closely, and even though the stitches were uneven and the edges were not perfect, his gaze carried real admiration because Lin Huahua had made it herself with her own two hands.
