She smiled and grabbed his large hand, which was hovering over Little Snow's back, pressing it down and guiding him to stroke Little Snow a few times.
The warm, dry sensation against the back of his hand gradually dispelled the trace of fear in Huo Sihan's heart.
She... She took my hand of her own accord. Does that... Does that mean she's forgiven me?
Su Qiao had no idea what was going through the man's mind. She looked at him with a beaming smile. "Feels nice, doesn't it?"
"Mm." Looking at her radiant smile, Huo Sihan's ears faintly flushed red again.
"Here, help me hold Little Snow. I'm going to pack my things."
Seeing that he had adapted well, Su Qiao simply stuffed Little Snow into his arms and turned to go into the bedroom.
Holding the fragile yet adorable little life in his hands, Huo Sihan stiffened again.
Petting Little Snow and holding it were two entirely different things.
He... hadn't felt anything like this in a very, very long time.
After remaining stiff for quite a while, he finally bent down mechanically and placed the fragile little creature in his hands on the floor, as if it would die from the slightest bit of force.
Unexpectedly, Little Snow seemed to particularly like him.
After being placed on the floor, it kept trying to climb up along his trouser leg.
Even when it fell, it didn't get discouraged.
Huo Sihan didn't dare move recklessly. He didn't even dare lift his feet. After watching it fall for the Nth time, he secretly peeked toward the bedroom.
If it gets hurt, I wonder if she'll blame me?
After a moment of silence, he bent down again and carefully picked up the little creature.
He walked to the nearby sofa and sat