"Little Shan, big brother!"
As soon as Li Ya heard the sound of the door opening and looked up to see Zhang Xiaoshan's figure, her face immediately lit up with immense delight. She hopped off the bed, ran barefoot towards him, and plunged into Zhang Xiaoshan's arms, hugging his neck and rubbing against him.
Little Ya was a beauty, with a figure that had inherited the best of Su Xiangmei's genes. At a young age, she was already developing nicely, and although only half-ripe, she was bound to be even more magnificent and eye-catching once fully matured.
Zhang Xiaoshan was a normal man, and Li Ya's actions stirred some reaction in him.
Worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself and might do something inappropriate to Li Ya, he quickly and subtly pushed her away.
"Hehe, Little Ya, why are you still up so late?"
"I was waiting for you, brother Little Shan," she said sweetly.
