They both settled down, and as Su Weifeng looked at the wounds on their legs, he couldn't help feeling a pang of heartache.
Two little girls, at an age when they cherish beauty, these kinds of wounds were very likely to leave scars.
"How about this, you two go change into your pajamas first. I'm going to fetch something and will be back shortly," he said.
With that, Su Weifeng walked out directly.
Hearing Su Weifeng's words, Sun Yumeng felt her face flush with embarrassment. Changing into pajamas and waiting for Su Weifeng to bring something back—it all seemed insinuating.
Zhou Xiaoshu looked at Sun Yumeng with confusion and asked, "Yumeng, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, nothing," Sun Yumeng quickly shook her head, trying to disguise her reaction.
"Your expression... clearly is..." Zhou Xiaoshu blinked her eyes.
The two had been nearly inseparable lately and had a very close relationship, so Sun Yumeng's demeanor didn't escape Zhou Xiaoshu's notice.