The music ends, the crowd disperses.
"Hic…"
Zhiwei let out a satisfied burp, her little belly round and full, even her steps had turned a bit wobbly.
At this Golden Core feast, she had truly pushed the phrase "stuffing herself silly" to its limit, forcibly emptying nearly half the delicacies laid out on the table before her.
"Master, it feels like Zhiwei ate so much I can't walk anymore…"
The little girl rubbed her belly, scuffing her toes against the floor, gazing at Chen Ye with wide, hopeful eyes as she tried to spread her arms for a hug.
Seeing his disciple's expectant look,
Chen Ye simply couldn't bring himself to refuse. He sighed, bent slightly at the waist, slid his hands under the little lass's armpits, and with a light lift, steadily scooped this well-fed White Furred Ball into his arms.
"Ah!"
Zhiwei cheered, promptly wrapping her arms around Chen Ye's neck.
