A Piece of Cake

With soft, silky hair draped around her shoulders, large eyes like the moon, a small nose with a high bridge, slightly flushed cheeks, and tender skin as white as snow and frost, the little girl was like a small fairy or a doll carved out of jade. She looked incredibly innocent and beautiful.

Xiao Luo hadn't said anything yet.

Zhang Dashan was the first to give in. He said, "Never mind, let's take her with us. It's too heart-wrenching to see such a cute little girl cry. After all, it won't be for long. Her family will come and fetch her tomorrow."

Xiao Luo was uncertain. He didn't want to be put in charge of this little troublemaker, but he felt that his inner peace was disturbed when he saw her cry. It felt as if there was an electric drill forcefully drilling away in his heart, making its way inside. It made him very upset.

Could it be that he had a thing for little girls?