When An Ziqi woke up groggily and opened her eyes, she looked around blankly. She realized she was lying on a bed in a small room.
But why did this place look a bit familiar?
Was this what Xiao Moli meant when he said he would take her somewhere—to sleep here?
And where had Xiao Moli gone?
After sitting in a daze on the bed for a while, An Ziqi got up and opened the door. As soon as she saw the scene outside, she was utterly stunned.
No wonder the room had felt slightly familiar earlier; she was now on the Xiao Family's private jet.
Xiao Moli was sitting outside in one of the seats, handling some documents. When he heard her come out, he lifted his head, shot her a glance, and reached out his hand. An Ziqi approached, and he pulled her into his embrace.
"Why didn't you sleep a bit longer? Are you hungry?"
An Ziqi shook her head. "Where are you taking me?"
"Honeymoon." Xiao Moli smiled, his lips curling as he kissed the tip of her ear.
