The young woman fell into the spring water with a SPLASH.
GLUG, GLUG... Bubbles rose to the surface.
"Eeya~"
A soft, drenched, fair body burst from the water and crashed into Han Ning's chest.
"Ahem, be a little gentler, little one."
Fei Lin's girlish pounce sent Han Ning stumbling. Fortunately, he was leaning against the edge of the spring.
Fei Lin lifted her head. Her drenched hair clung to her skin as she looked at him with wide, pure, and innocent eyes.
Fei Lin's current form was simply too human—that of a grown young woman. It made Han Ning take an involuntary step back, subconsciously putting a polite distance between them.
"Eee?"
Seeing Han Ning retreat, Fei Lin was confused. She stood rooted to the spot, staring at him with an innocent and hurt expression.
'She's grown up, but her voice is still as cute and innocent as a little girl's.'
Han Ning stepped forward again and, just as he always had, gently patted her head with a smile.
"You've grown up."
"Ling~"
