"Huaijin, that's… that's enough," he mumbled, trying to pull away gently, feeling the same embarrassed helplessness he always did.
His daughter, however, was on a mission.
She stepped up onto her toes and planted a soft, damp kiss right on the centre of his chin.
"No, it's not enough!" she insisted. "Director Tang kept looking at you! I heard the makeup artist whisper about your perfect facial symmetry! You are a walking, talking, beautifully distressed national treasure!"
The 'distressed' part was a reference to his slightly tired look, which she, in her reborn wisdom, interpreted as 'effortlessly rugged.'
"My treasure status is limited to being your chauffeur and chief hot chocolate provider," Yuanfeng countered, trying to deflect the praise with a laugh.
He finally managed to pull the rest of his shirt off, feeling vulnerable and exposed under her intense gaze.
