The little guy still carried the scent of milk, with small arms and hands... Everywhere he touched was soft, as if a slight force would break him. Carefully tying the costume's sash for him, Leng Zimo's movements were gentle to the extreme.
After changing clothes, he lifted Luo Jun onto the chair, helped him remove his shoes and socks, and inside the white cotton socks were small pink feet, each toe adorably perfect, with nails resembling delicate little shells.
Leng Zimo, who had always loved cleanliness, surprisingly felt no aversion in his heart. He knelt down, placing the little feet on his own knees, carefully taking out cloth socks to put on him, then slipping on the small black boots.
He lifted him down again, placed him on the ground, and meticulously adjusted the costume on the little guy until it was neat and proper. Leng Zimo scrutinized the little one's makeover and nodded in satisfaction.
