He saw two little girls wearing tender pink dresses.
Thick black hair was tied up into two round buns, one on each side of their heads, looking exquisitely cute.
Upon closer inspection, they resembled intricately carved porcelain dolls.
Wen Zhixing's spiritual sense swept over them, and seeing that they were uninjured, he nodded.
"Big Brother, thank you!"
Lingyin and Lingle lifted their heads, their large eyes wide, as they both spoke in sweet, innocent voices.
"You're welcome."
Wen Zhixing couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, then squatted down, exuding friendliness.
Their voices were crisp, with a hint of sweetness.
It was enough to melt anyone's heart.
A unique, sweet, milky scent also emanated from the little girls, wafting into his nose, very pleasant.
His lips curved into a faint smile, and he reached out to playfully ruffle their hair.
Lingyin and Lingle's hair was instantly tousled, their small bodies wobbling.
"Big Brother, stop messing it up!"
