"What's the matter?" Gu Jiao asked.
Little Jingkong turned over and lay on the bedchamber, his small finger pointing at Gu Jiao's waist: "Jiaojiao, you have a flower here too!"
Gu Jiao, dressed in a short jacket and sleeping robes, hadn't paid much attention to the corner of her robes that had flipped up, revealing her slender, snow-white waist.
She couldn't see the spot at her waist.
She gave an "oh" and asked, "Is it a big flower?"
"Mmm... this big!" Little Jingkong used his fingers to gesture the size.
Quite small, just about the size of a knuckle.
It must be a birthmark.
Did her tiny frame have so many birthmarks?
Little Jingkong pointed at her waist curiously and asked, "But why is this flower not red? It's green!"
He liked red flowers.
But if it was on Jiaojiao, then a green one wasn't too bad either!