"This is gorgeous!" Wu Sheng exclaimed, looking it over. "Did you knit this? It's incredible!"
"I'm just glad you like it." Su Li felt a little embarrassed and rubbed her nose.
Little Tang Mo stared at Wu Sheng's sweater, snorted through his little nose, and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.
'It's so beautiful. I love it, too!'
"It's beautiful, right? It's beautiful! I've never seen a more beautiful sweater!"
Wu Sheng asked, looking down at Little Tang Mo.
After asking, he ignored Little Tang Mo's gloomy gaze and, with a SWOOSH, eagerly pulled the sweater on.
"It fits, it fits, it's a perfect fit." Wu Sheng was extremely pleased. "Don't I look amazing?"
Su Li: "....As long as it fits."
Wu Sheng stroked the sweater contentedly, grinning from ear to ear.
Not wanting to see Wu Sheng's smug expression, Little Tang Mo lowered his head.
As he did, he saw something else lying in the box.
He pursed his lips and reached for it.
