Little Nuomi woke up once in the middle of the night, she clutched Qiao An's clothes and said she was thirsty.
Qiao An sat up, intending to get her some water.
Just as she got up, the man lying on the sofa swiftly got up and poured a glass of water to bring over.
Qiao An took the water and brought it to Little Nuomi's lips, and she drank more than half of the glass in small sips, finally opening her eyes.
She looked at Mu Jingxi, then at Qiao An, touched her little tummy, and said pitifully, "Little Nuomi is hungry."
The way she touched her tummy looked especially pitiable.
Mu Jingxi rubbed her head and asked gently, "What do you want to eat? Daddy will make it for you."
"Little Nuomi wants noodles."
Mu Jingxi nodded slightly and looked at Qiao An, "And you? What do you want to eat?"
"Not hungry."
Again, she dismissed him with those two cold words.
Mu Jingxi knew she was angry; in front of Little Nuomi, he couldn't do much about it, and besides, she was pregnant.
