Returning to the residence, Wang Teng began preparing breakfast for Little Qing'er, using the same level of skill as yesterday as she seemed to have accepted it.
However, when he finished making breakfast, the young girl showed no signs of waking up. He felt speechless.
Wang Teng felt like he had become a nanny.
His undercover plan seemed to be going increasingly awry.
Shaking his head, Wang Teng walked straight into Little Qing'er's room. She was just a young girl, not yet grown up, so there weren't too many concerns.
But the reality still made him feel somewhat embarrassed.
On the bed lay a petite, beautiful snakegirl, covered by a thin sheet that seemed like shaw. She was only wearing a simple bandeau on her upper body.
At such a young age, her delicate and charming face possessed a unique allure.