The little girl in my arms was too frail, very thin, and so small, making one feel even more tender affection.
Serena Sutton hugged his waist, looked up, her pair of beautiful big eyes sparkling brilliantly, "I forgot to say goodnight to you."
The little girl's voice was soft, her face a bit red.
Caleb Lockwood reached out his hand, patted her head, then suddenly lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers, and said in a gentle, deep voice, "Goodnight."
His voice was somewhat hoarse and magnetic, his forehead against hers, carrying a lingering tenderness.
Feeling his warm breath brushing against her face, Serena's face turned even redder. She withdrew from his embrace, then looked at him with a silly smile.
"Well, I'm really leaving this time," she said, stretching out her hand reluctantly to wave at him.
Seeing her look so naively adorable, a smile appeared in Caleb Lockwood's eyes, "Go back and dry your hair. And also..."
