Shang Qing entered the living room, headed straight for the cage, and picked up the little cow cat, kissing it over and over again.
"Liuliu, Liuliu, how are you so cute?" Hearing the commotion, Ji Xun, knowing she had returned, rushed out of the kitchen to greet her, only to stop dead in his tracks.
Shang Qing was holding the little cow cat, smiling radiantly. Her makeup was exquisite and appropriate; the perfect, light touch was the icing on the cake, a delicate artistry so breathtakingly beautiful that it was hard to look away.
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