"Boohoo—Master! Boohoohoo..."
All the grievances, disappointments, and pain in her foot found an outlet, and Qing Jun could no longer hold it in. She threw away the troublesome boot, arms outstretched and tearfully cried,
"Hug me!"
The small figure, in her excitement, instinctively wanted to rush forward, completely forgetting she still had one shoe on.
Her body tilted, and she was about to fall.
The figure on the wall sighed, and in a flash, like a phantom, he appeared beside her, scooping the soft little figure into his embrace, holding her steadily.
"Hey, be careful my silly disciple. It's one thing to learn walking on stilts, but you're the ultimate boss; you can't just fall flat..."
Chen Ye teased verbally, but his arms held the little one tightly, gently patting her back. Naturally, he bent down and used his free hand to remove the other silver thick-soled boot.
With his warm palm, he evenly massaged her sore ankle and small foot.
