129. The Gaze That Impregnates (Please Subscribe~)

"Old Chen, where have you been? You're back so late."

Chen Sheng, having just pushed the door open, paused upon hearing the girl’s soft, delicate voice. He replied with feigned nonchalance, "Just went for a walk. I haven't been getting much exercise lately."

"You haven't been getting much exercise?" At these words, a small head immediately popped out from under the quilt, causing the blanket that had been draped over her to slide halfway off the sofa.

"Oops!"

The girl couldn't help but let out a sound. As she instinctively reached to grab the quilt, her weight shifted too far off the sofa, causing the furniture to tilt slightly. The sofa eventually settled back into place, but the girl tumbled onto the floor, wrapped in the remains of the blanket.

Chen Sheng swallowed a laugh, stepping forward to help the little girl up.

However, the bundle on the floor suddenly rolled over. Like a perfectly wrapped rice dumpling, only her small head peeked out from the fabric, meeting his gaze.

"Old Chen, I don't need your help."

Chen Sheng: "..."

He then watched as the girl wiggled in