An Ziqi's face was terribly itchy from being poked by his beard.
This man was being mischievous, stubbornly holding onto her without letting go.
Intentionally poking her with his stubbled chin.
Angry, An Ziqi grasped him as if she were teaching Ningning a lesson and gave him a stern talking-to.
After the couple tussled for a bit, An Ziqi looked at the exhaustion in his eyes and ultimately felt sorry for him.
She glanced around, "Where's the break room?"
Pushed him away and got up to leave.
Yet Xiao Moli chuckled softly and swooped her up in his arms.
An Ziqi struggled slightly, then let him do as he pleased.
Laughing, Xiao Moli carried her into the break room, laid her on the bed. Before he could lie down, An Ziqi was already up.
Just as he was about to get up and pull her back, An Ziqi glared at him, "Don't move."
Xiao Moli had no choice but to sit by the bed, "Where are you going?"
