Not A Table

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Should he burst the little ger's bubble?

Xu Feng looked at the earnest eyes of the little boy, and the vibrations from his back seemed to egg him on.

After the initial shock and a moment to process the little ger's comment about the "table," Xu Feng's mischievous smile returned to its place. 

Despite the imposing presence of both Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang in the room, Xu Feng's smile was nothing short of killer. Dimples framed his charming grin, his windswept silver hair added an air of casual allure, and his eyes twinkled with unmistakable mirth.

Reigniting his playful antics, Xu Feng once again beckoned the children with his "come hither" finger motions. 

Mesmerized, the two youngsters moved forward, their eyes fixed on Xu Feng as if he had become a reverse snake charmer, hypnotizing them effortlessly.