In the midst of Shi Nuan's constantly tense emotions, Song Yansheng quickly showered, changed into casual home wear, and came downstairs.
Seeing the little girl still sitting on the sofa, the corners of his lips involuntarily curled into a smile. He walked over, gently patted her shoulder, and called her, "Nuannuan—"
Shi Nuan's heart jumped in surprise, her body involuntarily trembled slightly. She turned her head to look at the man, calling him, "Se... Second Uncle..."
The man's delicate eyebrows knitted together. Then he reached out with his long fingers to brush away the girl's hair hanging over her forehead, his fingertips applying a gentle force to her fair forehead...
"No fever... What's wrong, why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, no!" Shi Nuan hurriedly stood up.
The man's fingers, carrying a slightly warm breath, slid down from her forehead, the tips lightly brushing over the tip of her nose.
