The twelve-year-old Jiaojiao might be pretty, but no matter how pretty she is, she's still just a little girl.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Lu Xian? Are you itching for a beating?" Ruan Jie suddenly figured out what Lu Xian meant, his eyes widening as he landed a kick on Lu Xian's butt. "Lu Xian, when are you going to change this nasty habit of yours—always full of dirty thoughts!"
"..." Lu Xian stumbled forward from the kick, blinking innocently. What did he even think?
Wasn't it just assuming he'd use Jiaojiao as a shield to fend off unwanted admirers? How was that dirty thinking?
Lu Xian pouted, but just as he was about to retort, Jiaojiao came downstairs wearing a snowy satin dress. She looked as fresh and lovely as a little celestial goddess. Even Lu Xian couldn't deny it—Jiaojiao might be young, but taking her out would surely be a point of pride. She was leagues ahead of those so-called class beauties and school queens.
