Little Asheng's small feet were like a person's, white and chubby, Song Yunuan stepped on them gently, feeling the plumpness, it was quite fun.
Huzi extended his foot: "Sis, step on mine too."
Song Yunuan did it with a smile, and the three of them burst into giggles.
Sun Jinrong let out a sigh of relief.
He quickly laid down the mattress and took out a new quilt with a soapy fragrance.
When they lay down, Sun Jinrong turned his head to look at Song Yunuan, a tender and soft little girl with a fragrant scent, and not to mention her pretty little face, even her little feet were delicate.
Such a well-behaved and sensible little girl, even if she didn't like the Song family, she couldn't help but be fond of her.
Sun Jinrong's voice softened involuntarily, "Little Nuan, the house is a bit crowded, please make do."
"It's pretty good."
Hugging her freshly clean little brother, Song Yunuan felt a bit sleepy.
