Unlike Qing Jun's icy skin and jade bones, cool and sweat-free,
Little Qian'er would easily break out in a sweat.
Previously, on Star River Ancient Path, when Zhao Rong carried her, as she stood on tiptoe to drink honey water, in no time, her delicate nose would be glistening with small droplets of fragrant sweat. Then Zhao Rong would laugh, rub his large nose against it for quite a while, spreading little Qian'er's fragrant sweat around…
At the moment, as the two held hands, heading back to the third floor, between the big hand and the small hand, some of the little girl's fragrant sweat had again been captured.
Little Qian'er silently took out a new handkerchief, as the one she had used for a long time was left on the boat.
Little Qian'er lowered her head, seized Zhao Rong's large hand, and first wiped his palm with the handkerchief, her eyes squinting like peach blossoms, careful and tender.
