Just as he was about to reach out and hold her hand, a small force lightly tapped on his shoulder.
Xiao Moli was filled with worry and anger, with no outlet, and at this moment, someone dared to provoke him.
He abruptly turned his head, "Get lost."
Only to see An Ziqi, covered in mud and dirt, standing behind him.
Her little mouth was pouting, and her big bright eyes looked at him with extra grievance, a small finger still in mid-air, ready to poke his shoulder.
"Why are you being fierce?"
Xiao Moli turned to look at the person lying on the ground, then back at An Ziqi.
He suddenly stood up, reached out, and fiercely pulled her into his arms.
"Hey... dirty, dirty, dirty." An Ziqi hurriedly reached out to push him away.
She was wet and dirty now, and knowing how much this guy loves cleanliness, it puzzled her why he didn't care this time.
Xiao Moli's mind at this moment was full of her, the worry and fear from before hadn't subsided yet, so he didn't care about the dirt.
