Next,
Li Zhiyuan set aside all distractions and began to seriously study how to raise the black dog child properly.
...
In the morning, Li Zhiyuan woke up and turned his head to look at Alii, who was sitting on a chair. Today, she wasn't wearing a dress; instead, she had on a tight-fitting outfit in white and green.
If you handed her a sword, she could act as a young heroine in a martial arts drama.
Li Zhiyuan smiled a bit. It seemed Grandma Liu had just changed her taste, and Alii had also changed her style.
"Good morning."
Walking up to the girl, Li Zhiyuan greeted her, his eyes unconsciously falling on the girl's belt. The belt shimmered with a silvery sheen and had intricate carvings on it.
Hmm, could it possibly be...
Li Zhiyuan reached out and touched it. The girl didn't evade or show any embarrassment, just stood there calmly.
Feeling the tactile sensation at his fingertips, Li Zhiyuan was astonished. The girl's belt was actually a Soft Sword!
