Over there, Xiao Yining gave him a disdainful look and turned back to his room.
Xiao Moli was afraid of waking An Ziqi, lazy to settle accounts with this brat now.
He raised his hand, gently pushed the door open, and before reaching the bed, in the dim nightlight from outside the window, saw An Ziqi curled up on the floor beside the bed.
His heart instantly tightened.
"An'an."
He quickly stepped forward, picked An Ziqi up from the ground, and turned on the bedside switch.
Only to see An Ziqi's face pale as paper, teeth tightly biting her lip, with bite marks and traces of blood.
Her full forehead covered with sweat, eyes tightly closed, her whole body trembling slightly.
The clothes he touched were cold and damp, already soaked with sweat.
"An'an, An'an, what's wrong?"
Xiao Moli frantically wiped the sweat off An Ziqi's forehead.
An Ziqi finally opened her eyes slowly, seeing his anxious and frantic expression.
She tugged at the corner of his clothes, speaking weakly.
