"Keren, wait a minute!" Just as Mu Keren was about to pass by Ming Xiu, Ming Xiu caught a whiff of that faintly sweet, milky scent coming from her, and his hand stretched out unconsciously.
By the time Ming Xiu's brain registered what had happened, he realized that he had actually grabbed that soft, supple little hand.
And the little one seemed quite surprised by his abrupt action, her mouth forming an 'O' shape.
"Sorry, I was too forward," Ming Xiu said, feeling the soft, silky texture of the small hand in his palm, so delightful to touch that one never wanted to let go.
However, in the end, Ming Xiu went against what he truly wanted, releasing the small hand, lest he frighten her.
Still, it seemed that this sudden touch had startled her anyway.
At this moment, she shyly placed her little hands behind her back.