The little short legs really couldn't run anymore, so she stopped her steps and acted like a spoiled child, stomping her feet to ask for a hug.
Qiao An squinted her beautiful eyes slightly, "What if Mommy is tired too?"
Little Nuomi mumbled, "Is Mommy very tired?"
"Yes, Mommy is still a patient now, she can't hold you."
Little Nuomi drooped her little head, looking pitiful as if she was abandoned by the whole world.
Mu Jingxi cleared his throat, "Little Nuomi, Daddy will hold you."
With a whoosh, her little head lifted instantly, her eyes gleaming as she looked at him, "Really?"
"Of course."
Mu Jingxi squatted down, and with one arm, lifted her up. In mid-air, Little Nuomi hurriedly stretched out her hands to hug his neck, feeling different from Mommy's embrace.
Little Nuomi sat steadily on Mu Jingxi's arm, feeling her daddy's power holding her securely.
She poked Mu Jingxi's arm with her index finger, exclaiming, "Oh!"
