章 1139: My gentle tyrant (17)_1

Fu Shang didn't even need to look at this person's face to know that it was Ji Rong.

The reason was simple. The child was wearing a Dragon robe that was too big for him.

Fu Shang was speechless.

He became smaller.

Everywhere became smaller.

Fu Shang walked to the child's side, easily picked him up and put him on the bed. Then, he carefully examined his face twice.

The child looked to be about five years old.

It was a very small one, and its body was soft when carried. Its face was white and tender with a little baby fat, but its eyebrows were extremely delicate, and its facial features were so deep that they seemed to be drawn.

Her lips were red like jelly.

Looking at Ji Rong carefully, Fu min suddenly found a very small mole at the corner of her eye, which added a bit of demonic beauty to her.

This face was a miniature version of Ji Rong's.

Fu Shang's heart suddenly turned lecherous.

Now, this person had become smaller.