Stunned, Jing Yuan watched as his little girl stood in front of the mirror, fixing her outfit and adding some final touches.

He was just passing by his daughter's room when he noticed the creak in the door and unintentionally looked in.

With a smile his golden eyes softened, and he walked in without a knock, coming up behind her and touching the side of the short skirt she had decided to wear, his other hand resting on her waist.

“Is this new? You look nice in it.” He muttered softly, bending down so his hot breath grazes her ear.