The little girl cocked her head, her face the picture of innocence. Her words made Lin Xi's face burn with embarrassment, and she wished she could burrow into the ground. You're only supposed to carry your own wife. Good heavens! Now it's really impossible to explain.
"We're really not…" Lin Xi began.
The little girl continued, "If you're not his girlfriend, Miss, then why are you two wearing matching outfits?"
Lin Xi and Xue Yang exchanged glances. This girl was tiny, yet she already knew about matching outfits. Kids these days are really something else.
Lin Xi squatted in front of the little girl and helped brush the snow off her. "Sweetie, people who wear matching outfits aren't always a couple, you know."
The little girl tilted her head, seeming to only half understand. All she knew was that this lady was even prettier up close. "Miss, you're a hundred times prettier than a snowman. Can I give you a kiss?"
