Xiao Moli couldn't help but laugh and cry, not knowing how this little thing came to such an inexplicable conclusion.
He held her tightly, wanting to turn her around.
But An Ziqi stubbornly clutched the bedsheet, refusing to turn over.
Xiao Moli had no choice but to embrace her from behind and kissed her on the ear.
"What's that little head of yours thinking all day long?"
He only wished he could keep her bound to his side, watching her at every moment; how could he ever get tired of her?
An Ziqi buried her whole little face into the pillow, hesitated for a long while, yet still suppressed her intense shame and said in a muffled voice,
"You said before that if one day you no longer want me, it means you don't love me anymore."
She had heard others say that after marriage, a woman can't always stay home, otherwise it would easily make her husband tired of her.
