The unique milky scent of a young girl made Sun Dasheng a bit captivated.
The Xiang Zixuan in his arms squirmed, somewhat wanting to refuse but also stopping short.
They savored the moment for a while.
Just as he was about to intensify the situation,
he heard Xiang Yiren's voice from outside.
The girl in his arms instantly tensed up, her face showing visible panic.
At this moment, comforting whispers came to her ear, "Don't worry, your sister is on a call."
"She's really in the living room, just has a loud voice, which makes it sound like she's coming over, right?"
"Mhm." Xiang Zixuan nodded like a little bird pecking rice.
Thus, the two returned to their previously ambiguous atmosphere.
However, Sun Dasheng noticed that this room wasn't very spacious.
Even the bathroom was a bit cramped.
The two of them found it hard to move freely inside.
Actually, it wasn't that they couldn't move, but if they let themselves go, they would probably knock over quite a few things.
