"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed...two pairs of shoes on the floor...one pair is made of golden lotus...and the other pair is embroidered."

Zhao Rong sighed, "I'm satisfied with this."

Zhao Qianer looked down at her embroidered shoes, and the style of shoes that the young lady likes to wear popped up in her mind. The young lady has small feet and likes to wear gold lotus, but it is not the three-inch size as in the bad habit, but the right size, a woman's gold lotus.

The shoes are really nice.

She glanced at her mouth and said, "That's pretty much it."

Zhao Rong muttered: "I am barefoot, who would wear shoes after taking a bath and sleeping?"

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

In fact, Zhao Rong wanted to say, where are his shoes among the previous 'three pairs of shoes'... Ahem, but I definitely can't remind the little girl.

"I don't want this song." She pretended to cheer.

Zhao Rong nodded helplessly. "Okay, okay, it's up to you."

"But you still have to write another one."

Zhao Rong frowned and muttered, "Didn't I say that you like everything I wrote?"

Zhao Qian'er lowered her eyes and said: "Write this poem carefully and hand it in. Don't mess around. You won't win any fairy back."

Zhao Rong became quiet, sighed, and nodded.

However, he did not move. Instead, he pointed to the limerick "Two Pairs of Shoes" on the table and said casually: "Just hand this one over."

"Huh? This one?" Zhao Qian'er was curious.

Zhao Rong nodded, "That's it."

He glanced at the still-stained limerick "Two Pairs of Shoes" for a few more times, and nodded firmly again, "It's very literary."

"..." Zhao Qian'er.
Chapter completed!