Most interestingly, her calves dangled from the crook of Ah Xiong's arms, swinging like a little pendulum with every movement. It made her look even more graceful, especially her insteps, which were naturally extended. Each of her toes curled slightly, like tiny pearls, and you could even see a hint of pink on their pads and on the soles of her feet.
At some point, a pair of bells had been tied around her ankles. Fastened with a red string, they weren't too tight, hanging a little loosely. When they swayed, they made an incredibly clear and crisp sound, one that seemed capable of calming the soul.
In this state, One-tailed looked just like a cute, sleeping girl, her usual cold and indifferent aura somewhat diluted.
However, when he sensed that there was nothing fundamentally wrong with One-tailed's body—that despite her weakened aura, she was still alive and well—Jiang Qiu relaxed. "One-tailed is fine. She just needs some rest. Come here, I'll get her dressed."
"Okay, Master..."
