To Be the Beloved of

The bed was very large and old. Tang Xiaonuan had only seen such an antique carved bed in the library of the museum. There were also camphor wood chests stacked in the corner, cabinets painted red lacquer, and on top of the cabinet was a porcelain tea pot with several large red characters:,Most importantly, Tang Xiaonuan just discovered that her arms were not as chubby as before, and she was at most six or seven years old. She had become twenty years younger out of the blue, and she was overjoyed.,The aroma of eggs constantly drifted into her nose. Tang Xiaonuan swallowed involuntarily, her mouth watering. Aunt Xu Jin, a portly woman, smiled even more kindly, ready to feed the little darling. A roar of anger from a boy came from the outer room.。