Xi Jing changed his clothes and came out from behind the curtain. Perhaps due to nervousness, his body was slightly hunched.
Originally thin and frail, his figure now looked even more slender and fragile.
He was wearing a simple sweatshirt on top, and jeans on the bottom, with pant legs that seemed a bit too long.
Chuzheng had doubts that this little guy had lied about his age.
But considering the environment he lived in, it was likely due to malnutrition. With proper care, he should grow well.
With a change of clothes, Xi Jing looked more spirited.
Chuzheng went over to adjust the hood on the back of his sweatshirt, and then took the opportunity to ruffle his hair, which indeed was very soft.
Xi Jing didn't dare move, bowing his head to hide the unnatural blush on his face.
"Try another outfit."
Xi Jing was speechless: "Try... another one?"
"Need my help?"
"..."
As if being chased, Xi Jing quickly grabbed the clothes and went back behind the curtain.
