At the words "foot-kissing ritual," Wang Dong'er, who had been kicking him under the blanket, suddenly froze stiff.
Lowering her head, she saw Chen Ming holding her "popsicle" and inspecting it, looking as though he were appraising some delicacy. At the same time, he brought his lips closer, as if he were about to swallow the popsicle in one bite.
"Ahhh! Shut your mouth!"
Her fur bristled again as she desperately pulled her popsicle back. As the saying went, bare feet weren't afraid of shoes—only of open mouths.
The little pink-haired girl poked her head out from beneath the blanket, her face full of lingering shock and disbelief as she looked at him like he was a pervert.
"A-Ming, you big pervert! I was completely wrong about you!"
It was the first time she had seen him act so perverted, and she shrank farther inward in fear.
Before this, she had always thought the person beside her pillow was incredibly proper. How had he suddenly become like some hooligan? The contrast was far too great!
"What are you talking about? I've always been like this."
Chen Ming pulled her into his arms. After a token struggle, Wang Dong'er gave up resisting.
"Pervert."
The girl puffed up her cheeks, clearly unhappy that he had teased her just now. Seeing this, Chen Ming kissed her on the cheek.
"Alright, enough messing around."
That immediately brought back the shyness she had just managed to suppress. She promptly wrapped her reddened face in the blanket, leaving only a pair of incomparably beautiful pink-blue eyes exposed.
"I'm going to sleep! No more kissing!"
As she spoke, she burrowed deeper beneath the blanket. Chen Ming did not mind and continued holding her as they slept.
Chen Ming smiled and gently stroked her head. In the time