The person in the mirror looks somewhat petite in the man's arms, with a plain high ponytail, a pink short skirt, and puffed cheeks, looking even younger than before.
She instinctively starts chewing bread again, her side profile puffing just like Yuan Wang's adorable white-gloved cat.
But further down...
Yu Xia retracts her gaze, hugging his neck and lying in his arms.
"Cute? What's cute? I'm going for a queenly, dominant style!"
Xie Qingci doesn't disagree: "Hmm, very dominant, very queenly. But isn't that beautiful too? Even queens have their girlish moments."
"You make it sound nice. You just like the schoolgirl type."
"Uh-huh, if there was a schoolgirl named Yu Xia, I'd definitely pursue her madly. Come, look in the mirror, look at me."
Yu Xia buries her head, not wanting to look, but Xie Qingci firmly turns her chin to face it.
The mirror reveals everything unspeakable; indeed, he is deeply immersed in this moment.
