Someone told a story.
Then there would be someone to listen to it.
Whether the storyteller was happy or not, I had no way of knowing.
But as the one listening, I was quite happy anyway.
Couldn't you see my little short legs already dangling off the chair, swinging back and forth?
The day-to-day routine of nurturing the baby was far too boring.
Which indirectly meant that any chance to feast on gossip could make my heart leap with excitement for ages.
Most likely, after going home, I'd even savor it alone in my head for half the day.
Once the imagination spread its wings—
Based on the stories already known, it could spin out even more grudges, loves, and hatreds that might very well happen.
Ye Qingxian had been watching Junior Sister's little movements the entire time.
Her gaze would always, seemingly by accident, linger on those restlessly moving little feet.
Just as usual, they were excessively fair and tender, absolutely smaller than her palm.
Unfortunately, Junior Sister would not give anyone a chance to touch them.
And Ye Qingxian was naturally included among those people.
Abruptly.
I suddenly stopped swinging my feet and coughed inwardly.
No, no.
I was still in front of my own subordinate.
How could I accidentally make such a childish movement?
I had to be brimming with dignity. I had to display the pride of a Princess.
This was something Senior Sister had specifically instructed me to do.
How could it collapse halfway through?
But in truth—ever since Tianheng entered the quiet room, he had kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, so proper he could not have been more so.
With a gloomy girl staring from the shadows, how could he dare let his eyeballs wander?
He had