An Ziqi pouted, "I'm not interested in killing you."
"Then I'll just go die myself," Xiao Moli tightened his embrace.
Such things, even once, are too much.
He absolutely did not want to see An Ziqi sad and upset again.
If he could go back in time, he would definitely have choked Lin Qiaoqiao to death in advance, giving her no chance at all.
"Talking about dying again, you're not allowed to say that," An Ziqi complained, raising her hand to lightly punch him.
Xiao Moli caught her hand and unrelentingly asked again, "So when will you come back with me?"
An Ziqi rubbed her cheek against his chest and said softly, "At least wait until my dried radishes are done."
Xiao Moli snorted and hugged her tightly, "Alright."
As long as she's willing to forgive him and go back with him, anything is fine.
Even if it's drying those few dried radishes, a whole cart would be no problem.
He just thought of it as enjoying a honeymoon with her here again.
"Mama, stack stack."
