[I really love Star’s answer, especially the line “It’s not just a requirement for a partner, but also a requirement for myself.” It makes me feel like Star is a cool girl who, when she meets someone she likes, will love them without holding anything back!]
[I got won over by that line too. Everyone wants to be “someone’s favorite,” but “favoritism” goes both ways.]
[Star really has a healthy outlook on relationships. I like her even more now!]
Open, unmistakable favoritism—that was something Chu Xingxing had never received in her entire life.
Not from family, not from friends, and certainly not from romance, which she had never even considered.
If she were to spend the rest of her life with someone, Chu Xingxing was certain it would be someone she would run toward without a moment’s hesitation.
Someone who broke through all her rules and boundaries, simply because they were the one.
Someone who held the highest level of priority, with a kind of love that was uniquely theirs.
——–
Based on this understanding, Chu Xingxing gave Jiang Luoze the answer in her heart.
“Alright, my truth time is over!”
Chu Xingxing grabbed a bag of Little Crispy Crackers, checked the flavor, and said, “Let’s start the next round! I know how to play now. Next round, I definitely won’t lose!”
“Um…” Grandma Sheng smiled kindly and casually took the bag of Want Want Little Crispy Crackers from Chu Xingxing’s hand. “Let’s regroup and play another round.”
Chu Xingxing had originally wanted to taste the Want Want Little Crispy Crackers, but when she heard about regrouping, her excitement kicked in and she forgot all about the snacks.
This round, Chu Xingxing was grouped with Grandma Sheng and Grandma Ai.
Sure enough, having a pro on your team makes all the difference.
But Chu Xingxing didn’t hold them back at all. She sent cards to Grandma Sheng and Grandma Ai several times, and their teamwork was incredibly smooth.
This round, Chu Xingxing and the two grandmas won in almost crushing fashion against Jiang Luoze, Grandma Xiao Jiang, and Ms. Wen Xuelan.
“We won!” Chu Xingxing cheered, looking at Jiang Luoze with a mischievous grin. “Hehe, Ah Ze, truth or dare? Pick one.”
[Hahahahahaha! Star’s competitive spirit!!!]
[OMG! Star totally just wanted to win back! She really—I’m crying. For the first time, I want to sneak some “love brain” into Star’s head.]
[Star just wanted to win back, that’s all hahahaha. What a steel straight girl!]
“I choose…” Jiang Luoze looked quite calm, not flustered at all. “Dare.”
“Dare is good!” Chu Xingxing’s big eyes darted around. She bit her lower lip and said with a smile, “I remember Grandma Xiao Jiang said that Ah Ze performed as a huadan for ten years when he was little?”
“Yeah.” Jiang Luoze answered honestly. “Xun-style huadan.”
[Shocking!!! My jaw is on the floor!!! “Little Fox” can sing opera!!!]
[Did all my sisters forget that the Jiang family used to be a legendary performing arts family in the capital? It’s just that no one in the younger generation took over. Grandma Jiang Yao’s eldest brother, Jiang Luoze’s father Jiang Yuanfeng, was the most famous wusheng in the Capital Peking Opera Troupe.]
[Before Grandma Xiao Jiang went to film school, she always sang qingyi. The lead female roles were all important characters. Grandma Xiao Jiang performed “The Drunken Concubine” at a gala over twenty years ago, but the recording quality was poor back then, so it didn’t circulate much.]
[No wonder “Little Fox” is so delicate in every smile and gesture—turns out he performed Xun-style huadan for ten years!]
[Can someone explain to me what “Xun-style huadan” is?]
[It’s an important style of Peking Opera huadan. The singing is gentle and sweet, the performance is lively and pretty—kind of like the idol drama heroine of Peking Opera.]
[Ah!!! No wonder “Little Fox” doesn’t have that cheap, powdery vibe when he smiles. It’s that cute, innocent charm. And no wonder “Little Fox” has such a soft figure (not in that way). Damn, I love him even more, wahhhh…]
“Can we hear Ah Ze sing a bit?” Chu Xingxing put her hands together in a pleading gesture. “I’ve never heard live Peking Opera before. This is also promoting our national heritage, right?”
Chu Xingxing borrowed the grandmas’ “praise” for playing mahjong last night and brought out “national heritage” too.
Jiang Luoze was amused by her but didn’t refuse or agree.
Grandma Xiao Jiang egged him on from the side. “What does Star want to hear? Our Ah Ze really does have a great voice. How about Ah Ze sings a piece from ‘The Matchmaker’—’Miss, oh Miss, how elegant you are’?”
Jiang Luoze thought about it and shook his head with a smile. “I haven’t warmed up my voice. Singing just like this, I’m afraid I’d disgrace my teacher.”
When Chu Xingxing heard “disgrace my teacher,” she got scared. “I didn’t mean that! I’m just curious. It’s okay if you don’t sing…”
“Sing.” Jiang Luoze put down his cards, lightly patted his shirt, and stood up. “I chose ‘dare,’ so I have to sing.”
“Then… sing what?” Grandma Xiao Jiang asked.
“Has Star ever heard Peking Opera before?” Jiang Luoze asked.
Chu Xingxing answered honestly. “Not really. I’ve only heard some guofeng songs?”
“Then I’ll sing a guofeng song. It’s not Peking Opera—it’s a blend of operatic vocals and pop music. It’s called ‘Chi Ling.'”
Jiang Luoze took a sip of water to moisten his throat and cleared his voice.
He pulled out his phone, found the accompaniment, skipped straight to the chorus, and sang openly and confidently…
“On stage, people come and go, no longer seeing the old colors
The performer sings a heartbreak farewell song
The word ‘love’ is hard to write; she must sing it with blood
The curtain rises, the curtain falls—in the end, we’re all just guests…”
Jiang Luoze’s operatic vocals carried a sorrowful, gentle tone. His enunciation was clear, his pronunciation full.
As old opera fans would say, it was full of flavor.
Jiang Luoze had no costume or makeup—just a few simple hand gestures paired with his eyes. Chu Xingxing watched without even blinking, her lips slightly parted, completely stunned…
The only review she could come up with was: absolutely stunning and beautiful!!!
[I! Am! Stunned!!!]
[I never thought opera vocals could sound this good!!!]
[What kind of national treasure is “Little Fox”?! So TM good! Huazi x100!!!]
[Woc, besides woc I can’t say anything else. So beautiful, so good!]
[Wahhhh, I know this request is a bit much, but can Grandma Xiao Jiang sing a duet with Ah Ze? How can opera vocals be this beautiful and this good?]
[“Little Fox” isn’t even in costume yet, and he’s already this captivating. Only now do I realize our ancestors really knew how to enjoy life.]
[I remember hating opera when I was little. Is it because I’m older now that I’ve genuinely fallen in love with it?]
The grandmas listened to Jiang Luoze’s singing with enjoyment, gently tapping the beat with their hands.
Grandma Xiao Jiang especially—she closed her eyes slightly and softly sang harmony for Jiang Luoze.
Actually, Grandma Jiang Yao had always felt that her youngest nephew had extraordinary talent in theater. No wonder her brother started training Ah Ze from such a young age.
If he had gone the professional route, Jiang Luoze would at least be a lead performer in the Capital Peking Opera Troupe by now.
Grandma Xiao Jiang also knew that Jiang Luoze didn’t dislike Peking Opera.
He was a child who loved life and had a delicate, sensitive mind.
At an age when other boys were playing with toy weapons, obsessing over video games, and playing ball, Jiang Luoze’s life was completely different.
Aside from a few childhood friends like Sheng Luzhi, Ai Puxin, and Wen Han, Jiang Luoze didn’t have many friends.
Because he was too special.
At school, Jiang Luoze was a quiet, gentle boy. Since he had little in common with boys his age, he couldn’t make many friends—but he never felt lonely.
After class, he followed his father to the troupe to practice opera and martial arts, privately taught himself fashion design, crashed his sister’s flower arrangement classes, and followed the head chef at the theater’s back kitchen to learn cooking…
With all these activities, Jiang Luoze’s grades never slipped. He was always at the top of his class.
Grandma Xiao Jiang understood. Her little nephew was a child with a rich inner world. He seemed gentle and soft, but was actually stubborn inside, with strong opinions of his own.
If he had been raised according to her brother’s simple, rough approach to educating boys, it would have likely destroyed Jiang Luoze.
Grandma Xiao Jiang was very glad she made the right decision back then—to take Jiang Luoze away from the Jiang family and raise him by her side.
Looking at Jiang Luoze now—radiant, shining among the crowd—Grandma Xiao Jiang smiled with contentment.
The greatest hope elders have for the younger generation is that they can find what they love to do and live happily, joyfully, and healthily.
Studying abroad, founding his own fashion brand, and bringing Saci back to the country.
How wonderful—Ah Ze should have accomplished all of that now.
——–
After Jiang Luoze finished singing, he gave everyone a simple bow.
Chu Xingxing still seemed dazed. She froze for a few seconds, then like a quail, her upper body motionless, her hands mechanically clapping like a wind-up monkey.
The old babies also burst into enthusiastic applause.
“Bravo!” Ms. Wen Xuelan shouted, leading the charge.
Grandma Xiao Jiang looked proud. Her Ah Ze really brought honor to the family!
“I haven’t sung in so long, I’m rusty. I was lazy during practice as a kid—my aunt spoiled me.” Jiang Luoze smiled beautifully and sat back down at the card table, looking up at Chu Xingxing. “This ‘dare’—is Star satisfied?”
“Satisfied, satisfied! Couldn’t be more satisfied…” Chu Xingxing almost knelt before Jiang Luoze. How did she deserve this?
Getting Designer Jiang to sing for her, and with such incredible flair—especially those little eye movements and those delicate, slender hands.
Ah, that posture, that figure…
Chu Xingxing finally understood the joy of “King Zhou.”
I mean, when it comes to enjoying life, our ancestors really knew what they were doing!
“Come on, come on, let’s play another round. Draw lots to regroup.” Grandma Sheng reshuffled the cards. Clearly, she wasn’t done yet.
Chu Xingxing noticed that the Yinlu Peanut Milk by Grandma Sheng’s side had never been opened. She thoughtfully asked, “Want me to get you a cup? Do you want it hot? I can warm it up in the microwave at the food cart.”
“No need!” Grandma Sheng Shuwen threw down her cards and desperately raised her hand to protect the unopened Yinlu Peanut Milk.
Chu Xingxing: ???
Why did Grandma Sheng react so strongly?
The other old babies were completely unfazed, eating Want Want Little Crispy Crackers and chatting casually.
Chu Xingxing still didn’t understand why Grandma Sheng had asked Jiang Luoze to buy Want Want Little Crispy Crackers, soda water, Mengniu Pure Milk, and Yinlu Peanut Milk from the Chinese supermarket yesterday…
“Pfft…” Jiang Luoze saw Chu Xingxing’s confused look and couldn’t bear to keep hiding it from her.
Jiang Luoze stood up, pulled Chu Xingxing to the back of the train car, and whispered, “Are you curious why Grandma Sheng asked me to buy those snacks and drinks?”
Chu Xingxing nodded, but didn’t give him a nice look. “You didn’t tell me yesterday either. You really can keep a secret, huh?”
“It’s Grandma Sheng’s secret,” Jiang Luoze laughed, lowered his head, and whispered in Chu Xingxing’s ear. “Listen—Want Want Little Crispy ‘Su,’ Mengniu ‘Su,’ ‘Su’ da water…”
[Hahahahahaha! I’m dying of laughter!!!]
[What the heck, Grandma Sheng is into “superstition” hahahaha. Little Lose, Mengniu Lose, Lose da water!!!]
[Pfft hahahaha, I remember every New Year at the card table, my dad would send me to buy Nutrition Express for him, and buy a bunch of potato (lose) chips for my aunts. Now I finally get it.]
[Actually it’s a bit different. Others are mostly bad students relying on luck. Grandma Sheng has solid skills + “metaphysical” outside help hahahaha.]
“Huh?” Chu Xingxing suddenly understood and looked at the card table.
Sure enough, aside from Grandma Sheng, the other three grandmas had piles of Want Want Little Crispy Crackers or various flavors of soda water by their sides.
No Mengniu Pure Milk because they hadn’t been able to buy any yesterday.
This was all… homophones for “lose”!!!
“‘Yin’lu Peanut Milk—what’s the homophone?” Jiang Luoze asked.
“Win!” Chu Xingxing caught on immediately.
“Oh man!” Chu Xingxing was so shocked she was speechless. Her gaze toward Grandma Sheng suddenly became complicated. “I thought Grandma Sheng kept winning because she’s skilled. Turns out she has ‘metaphysical’ support…”
Jiang Luoze crossed his arms and nodded with a smile. “She’s a business mogul. At Grandma Sheng’s level, she’s definitely ascended to the ‘metaphysical’ realm. I still remember to this day—one New Year, when Grandma Sheng was giving us younger ones red envelopes, she said luck is also a kind of strength. Sometimes, being lucky is more important than working hard.”
“That… seems about right?” Chu Xingxing nodded too.
Sure enough, a mogul is a mogul.
If she thought like an ordinary person, she probably couldn’t have achieved what she has now, right?
Seen this way, Grandma Sheng became even more unique in Chu Xingxing’s heart.
Reincarnation really is a skill.
The two-and-a-half-hour train ride went by quickly.
For the old babies, they arrived before they’d had enough fun.
Chu Xingxing noticed something else—Grandma Sheng had incredible self-control.
Even when the card game was in full swing, at the most critical moment.
When Grandma Sheng said it was over, it was over. No dragging it out.
Even if everyone was in high spirits and time allowed, even if the old babies could play ten more minutes.
Grandma Sheng still chose to put down her cards, start packing up her belongings in advance, and remind the staff not to forget their valuables.
[Damn, Grandma Sheng’s terrifying self-control. She was about to win!]
[Yeah, I saw the cards Grandma Sheng put down. One more round, two minutes max, and she would’ve won. I thought Grandma Sheng was the type who really cared about winning, but she let it go just like that.]
[If it were me, I’d definitely finish playing before packing up. I’d rather pack in a rush. I’m a bit OCD hahaha.]
[Business moguls are different. She seems like the decisive, “kill or be killed” type!]
[From Grandma Sheng, you can really see the style of Shengshi Group. To cultivate a successor like Young Master Sheng, Grandma Sheng must have put in a lot of effort, right?]
Whether others learned anything from Grandma Sheng, Chu Xingxing wasn’t sure.
But she had indeed learned many things from Grandma Sheng, subtly and imperceptibly.
Here, Chu Xingxing still envied Sheng Luzhi—being able to grow up beside such a wonderful grandmother.
——–
Seville is the capital of Andalusia in southern Spain. This ancient city is also Spain’s fourth-largest city.
Summer in Seville is not suitable for travel—it’s like a “Flaming Mountain,” with average temperatures reaching 40 degrees.
April spring is arguably the perfect season to explore Seville.
Everyone’s temporary “home” was a typical Andalusian-style urban villa located in Seville’s old town.
A four-story villa, its most striking feature was the courtyard that greeted you immediately after the entrance.
Just as Grandma Xiao Jiang had told Chu Xingxing, southern Spain’s style was completely different from the capital Madrid—like arriving in another country, filled with intense exotic Arab charm.
The courtyard was at the center of the building, an open space surrounded by rooms, walls, and colonnades.
The courtyard floor was paved with stone slabs and colorful tiles. Various flowers, shrubs, well-trimmed lemon and orange trees, Arab-style fountains and water features—all kinds of vibrant colors clashed together, yet somehow felt completely harmonious.
It happened to be lunchtime. After everyone put down their luggage, Jiang Luoze had already arranged a local Seville-style transportation to take the old babies to the reserved restaurant for lunch.
Seville’s temperature was much higher than Madrid’s. The midday sun warmed everyone up, and the temperature felt like early summer.
To look good in photos, the old babies all changed into pretty dresses.
Chu Xingxing was too lazy to change her whole outfit. She just took off her jacket, wearing only a fitted apricot knit top, and swapped her patchwork long skirt for comfortable wide-leg jeans. Done.
Jiang Luoze had been sitting in the courtyard with his sketchbook, drawing while waiting for the ladies.
He noticed Chu Xingxing had changed out of her skirt into jeans, so he put down his sketchbook, went back to his room, and changed into a shirt with denim elements.
This little detail was caught clearly by fans and viewers crouching in front of their screens, eagerly “collecting candy.”
[Did anyone notice! “Little Fox” isn’t as “chill” as he seems on the surface. He’s always secretly paying attention to details.]
[What bad intentions could “Little Fox” have? “Little Fox” just wants to wear “couple outfits” with Star.]
[I love boys with “little schemes” like this. This kind of “little scheme” isn’t off-putting at all—it’s one-sided cooperation. I wonder if this counts as the “favoritism” Star talked about?]
[From what I can see, Jiang Luoze has shown “favoritism” toward Star, but not to pour cold water—I just don’t see Star showing “favoritism” toward Jiang Luoze (hiding under a pot lid as I run away)]
Chu Xingxing ran up and down, bringing drinking water to the old babies’ rooms.
On her last trip, she came down the stairs and happened to see Jiang Luoze sitting in the courtyard.
“Huh?” Chu Xingxing poked her head down from the stairs and said with a smile, “Wow, miraculous Ah Ze traveling the world! When I went upstairs, you were wearing a white T sitting here. When I came down, you changed skins—and you’re still sitting here.”
“Does Star not like the new ‘skin’?” Jiang Luoze pressed his lips together, his phoenix eyes smiling too.
Chu Xingxing nodded. “I like it! This denim shirt is really nice. Especially the shoulder paneling and the hem cut—very unique. And I noticed something else: Saci doesn’t distinguish much between menswear and womenswear. It doesn’t seem to deliberately separate by gender. And maybe because of the deconstructivist three-dimensional tailoring, whether it’s menswear worn by women or womenswear worn by men, it looks good on different body types and genders—each with a different flavor.”
Chu Xingxing gave Jiang Luoze a thumbs up, frantically “one-click triple-combo” in the air.
She was lying on the stairs, looking into Jiang Luoze’s eyes.
When it came to complimenting people, Chu Xingxing had studied hard. Her “praise output” was always sincere and serious—never perfunctory.
Also because, before transmigrating, she had never received genuine praise from family. Chu Xingxing didn’t want friends around her to have similar experiences.
“Being able to make you like Saci is my honor.” Under Chu Xingxing’s sincere, burning gaze, Jiang Luoze’s ears gradually warmed.
Since he entered fashion school, Jiang Luoze had heard all kinds of praise, including his aunt’s generous encouragement since childhood.
This made adult Jiang Luoze almost “immune” to praise.
But when he heard Chu Xingxing sincerely praise his professional field like this, Jiang Luoze seemed to feel shy for the first time.
“I forgot—did I ever tell you? The first time we traveled, the Saci denim jumpsuit I wore was my favorite outfit of the whole trip.”
Chu Xingxing smiled a bit embarrassedly, feeling like she was “selling her own goods.” She tugged at her jeans. “I think I’m quite suited to denim elements…”
Jiang Luoze closed his sketchbook and looked up at her. “Very suited. In Saci’s casual wear designs, various denims are the most common element. So Star and Saci have a high compatibility.”
[Ahhhhh! Why is “Little Fox” so good at direct attacks!!!]
[Wahhhh, I just hate that our Star hasn’t caught on!]
[“Little Fox’s” eyes are clearly saying “look at me more.” That “begging for love” feeling, wahhhh, I love it so much, I want to ruthlessly torment him (not in that way)]
Jiang Luoze looked at Chu Xingxing’s sparkling eyes. The second half of his sentence was said to himself in his heart:
So, Star and I should have high compatibility too. I think this way—I wonder if Star thinks the same?
Just then, footsteps “tap tap tap” came from the stairs.
“Ah Ze, are we walking to lunch or taking a car?” Ms. Wen Xuelan shouted from the stairway, holding two pairs of heels, wearing slippers.
To match her pretty dress, Ms. Wen Xuelan still didn’t want to give up her bling-bling rhinestone heels.
“Grandma Wen, I suggest you wear flat shoes,” Jiang Luoze walked to the stairway and said gently. “We’re taking a car, but not an ordinary car. And Seville’s old town is all cobblestone—high heels are hard to walk in.”
“Ah…” Grandma Wen Xuelan looked disappointed. “But this dress really needs high heels to look good.”
Chu Xingxing couldn’t bear to see the old baby unhappy. It was a rare trip out—for the old babies, beautiful photos meant everything.
“How about this, Grandma Wen: wear flat shoes when we go out, put the heels in my bag, and we’ll switch when we take photos.”
Chu Xingxing came up with a solution and opened her Kuromi eco-bag that was as big as a sack.
Ms. Wen Xuelan was tempted but also felt bad for the kid. She hesitated. “Will it be heavy? Star has to carry it the whole time—so tiring…”
Chu Xingxing: “Forget one pair of heels—ten more pairs would be no problem. Did you forget I can easily lift Grandma Sheng’s secretary and my manager?”
“Did you? When?” Ms. Wen Xuelan thought about it but really couldn’t remember.
Chu Xingxing jumped down the stairs, looked around downstairs, wanting to find a reference object.
Finally, she put her arm around Jiang Luoze’s shoulder. “If Grandma Wen forgot, want me to help you remember?”
Jiang Luoze: ???
“Are you scared of a princess carry?” Chu Xingxing asked the “little fox” who looked so delicate and soft. “If you’re scared, I can lift you up instead—just need to keep your body flat and engage your core…”
Jiang Luoze could feel his cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
He was already fair-skinned, and now that delicate, beautiful face looked like a ripe red plum…
The camera operators following them were also mischievous. Several cameras turned around and gave Jiang Luoze a 360-degree, no-dead-angle close-up!
[Hahahahaha! So it’s a pure “Little Fox”!!!]
[“Little Fox’s” pupils are shaking! But his expression is like “welcome but shy”—what kind of “little wife” is this!!!]
[Oh oh oh! The “nine-tailed white fox” has become a “little fire fox”!!! Ah, how is he so sensitive? I’m already imagining things…]
[Just the words “princess carry” made “Little Fox” this embarrassed, ahhhhh! The more embarrassed he is, the more I want to torment him (not in that way)]
[“Little Fox’s” cold white skin is so delicate—it turns red on its own. Tsk tsk tsk, top quality!]
“OMG, I remember now!” Ms. Wen Xuelan slapped her forehead, finally remembering.
“Our Star is a strongman! Then I’ll leave it to you, Star.” Ms. Wen Xuelan walked down with a smile.
Chu Xingxing took Grandma Wen’s shoes, pulled out a plastic bag from her eco-bag, carefully wrapped the shoes, and put them in.
Then Grandma Xiao Jiang came running down too.
“Ah Ze, are all the little ones here? Help me see which scarf looks good in photos?” Grandma Xiao Jiang’s expression was very anxious—completely suffering from choice paralysis.
“Only kids make choices. Every scarf looks good and complements Grandma Xiao Jiang.”
Chu Xingxing opened her “abyssal mouth” eco-bag and helped Grandma Xiao Jiang bring all the candidate scarves.
Even Grandma Sheng and Grandma Ai Minli were charmed by Seville’s old town scenery. To take good photos for WeChat Moments, they also came downstairs with different accessories and hats, asking Jiang Luoze and Chu Xingxing for their opinions.
Chu Xingxing, adhering to the philosophy of “never let the old babies face multiple-choice questions,” packed all the old babies’ photo “props” into her bag.
Chu Xingxing sat on the soft stool in the doorway, organizing the contents of her bag, putting everything in its place.
She completely didn’t notice that Jiang Luoze, who should have been sketching in the courtyard, was now standing at the stairway like an abandoned “little fox,” looking at her from afar with a somewhat resentful gaze.
“Little Fox” felt wronged: So… no princess carry anymore?
He was promised a hug…
——–
More than half an hour later, the old babies were finally ready to go out.
Their temporary “home” in Seville was in the old town, where the streets were narrow and business cars couldn’t get in.
Jiang Luoze arranged a special mode of transportation to take everyone to the restaurant.
The only downside was having to walk a short distance to get out of the alley.
Arriving at a wider cobblestone road, Chu Xingxing heard crisp hoofbeats.
A carriage with a unique appearance—composed of exquisite metal decorations, European-style painted designs, and fresh flowers—drove toward them.
The coachman wore traditional European clothing. He pulled the reins, and two tall horses with brown coats and white manes stopped.
The carriage interior was luxuriously decorated, equipped with comfortable seats and a protective canvas top to provide passengers with shade and coolness in the hot summer.
The two horses were well-groomed by their owner. Their rumps had the initials of their names shaved with a razor, and their white manes were braided into delicate little braids—very proud-looking.
“It’s a carriage! Sitting on it is like being a European princess!”
At their age, the old babies all had sweet “princess dreams” in their hearts. They were thrilled to see such a beautiful carriage.
The coachman was very cooperative, first letting everyone take photos with the horses.
Then, Jiang Luoze helped each old baby onto the carriage one by one.
Finally, when it was Chu Xingxing’s turn, she didn’t need help. She jumped onto the carriage herself and then pulled Jiang Luoze up too.
Jiang Luoze felt a force defying gravity pull him onto the carriage.
While the old babies were taking photos of the scenery, Chu Xingxing noticed something interesting on the carriage.
“Huh, why are the horses wearing leather blinders?” Chu Xingxing tilted her head slightly and asked “Europe expert” Jiang Luoze.
Jiang Luoze also looked up and answered seriously. “Star, look—the blinders only cover the horses’ side vision. There’s actually space in front. It’s to prevent the horses from being startled by pedestrians and vehicles on the road, so they can focus on pulling the carriage.”
“These blinders look pretty cool, very stylish. Probably great at blocking light.” Chu Xingxing thought the blinder design was unique and complimented it jokingly.
“These are made of hard cowhide. They just look good…” Jiang Luoze clearly misunderstood.
He paused, turned his slender white neck, and said slowly, “If Star likes them, I’ll handmade one for you with fine silk satin. Much more comfortable than this leather kind.”
[Woc, black silk satin blindfold. “Little Fox” is really good at this, ahhhhh!!!]
[Star, this kind of dazzling beauty, wearing a black silk blindfold—help, just thinking about it makes me weak!]
[Wouldn’t that be both stunning and dominant!!! Cheering for “Little Fox”!!! “Little Fox’s” aesthetic is absolutely top-notch!]
“Huh?” Chu Xingxing was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “No, I didn’t say I wanted to wear one…”
“Then, the blindfold is for someone else to wear?”
A barely noticeable emotion flashed through Jiang Luoze’s eyes. His tone was calm, but with a bit of fluctuation. “You can tell me—what material does the person like, what color? Silk or leather? Is black the classic choice, or does the person like other colors? What about the straps—what kind of straps do they like? I can make them all…”
[Silk, leather, straps??? Why do simple words make me imagine things…]
[Is “Little Fox” jealous, thinking Star has someone else? How is he this cute even when he’s a little upset, ahhh!]
“Stop! There’s probably no one around me who likes this kind of blindfold!!!” Chu Xingxing almost wanted to cover “Little Fox’s” petal-shaped, “nonsense-speaking” delicate little mouth with her hand.
I mean, they were clearly proper words—how did they become…
Kind of sexy when they came out of Jiang Luoze’s mouth?
And also, so not, se, ri, ous?!
