When Xiao Moli went upstairs, An Ziqi had already packed everything up.
She was reminding Xiao Yining about wound care and explaining the precautions of early love.
Seeing Xiao Moli, Xiao Yining was instantly relieved and quickly ran out of the room.
"Brat," An Ziqi muttered discontentedly.
Xiao Moli stepped forward and embraced her from behind.
An Ziqi turned around, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck.
Her small frame seemed even tinier under his tall and upright stature.
Xiao Moli raised his hand and tucked the stray hair behind her ear.
Gently reminded, "Take good care of yourself at home."
"Mm," An Ziqi replied softly.
"Don't overthink, sleep and eat well every day, wait for me to come home," Xiao Moli dotingly touched her forehead.
An Ziqi pursed her lips and mumbled softly, "Got it, I'm not Qian'ai."
Xiao Moli raised an eyebrow, "You're even more worrisome than Qian'ai."
