Parking the clothes rack, Baili Mu returned to the bedside, looking down at the girl wrapped in the blanket.
The girl was dainty and small, her body enveloped in the blanket, leaving only a pink little face outside, with sunlight spilling onto it, exuding youthful allure.
She was several years younger than him, and he felt like an old cow munching on tender grass, even thinking of himself as a bit shameless for luring a pure young girl home and claiming her.
However, he would cherish her well.
He leaned down and kissed her small mouth gently, softly saying, "Get up, and see which dress you'd like to wear."
Jing Sitian glanced at the two rows of clothes racks, the clothes on them all outrageously luxurious, she had never worn such fine clothes before, and feared that just one could sustain her for a lifetime.
