Xiao Moli gave one last kiss, reluctantly let go, and lay back down.
An Ziqi's breathing finally became smooth, and after rubbing her small face on the bed sheet, she drifted back to sleep again.
Xiao Moli looked at her silly appearance, and a place in his always hard heart seemed to soften a bit.
The next morning, when An Ziqi woke up, it was already bright outside.
Because she had been sleeping at the edge of the bed the whole night, her arms and legs were terribly numb, and her waist was quite sore.
The words on the bed were already gone.
Not far away in the restroom, the sound of rushing water could be heard, clearly indicating that he had already gotten up and went to the restroom to wash up.
An Ziqi tried to get up, her legs weakened and she fell directly onto the bed.
She hurriedly glanced towards the direction of the restroom; fortunately, he hadn't come out and hadn't seen her embarrassing state.
Otherwise, who knows how he would laugh at her.
