"Little one, what are you up to now?" Huang Qingtian, whose view was blocked, wasn't annoyed; instead, he took the opportunity to kiss the little bit of Mu Keren's arm that had accidentally touched his lips.
The little one had also just finished her bath, her body still carrying the scent of the new milk-fragrance shower gel she had recently purchased.
Just the smell was enough to make Huang Qingtian want to get closer to her.
Her wrist having been kissed, Mu Keren quickly withdrew her hand. However, she promptly hugged the notebook to her chest, tightly secured, looking like she was afraid of Huang Qingtian seeing some secret.
But Huang Qingtian remembered that before Mu Keren realized he was leaning in, he had managed to sneak a peek at the contents of the notebook.
Aside from the names of a few vegetables, there was nothing else in that little notebook.
Could this small tattered book actually contain some hidden meanings?