The sky had grown dark.
Mo Chuxi sat by the bedside, quietly watching Yan Xinxin sleep.
Her peaceful sleeping face, illuminated by the moonlight, made his gaze blur, as though he had been transported back to his childhood...
But soon enough,
Mo Chuxi pulled himself out of his reverie, away from being mesmerized by Yan Xinxin's serene expression.
He knew that, for now, the most pressing matter was dealing with the instigator behind the tension between them this time...
"Brother Xi, this peach was picked just now in the orchard by Yuan and me together. It's for you..."
Yan Xinxin's sudden sleep-talk interrupted Mo Chuxi's deep contemplation.
He lifted his gaze, looked at her, and smiled warmly.
"You little fool, dreaming about picking peaches with your idiot of a brother to give to me?"
Smiling, he leaned forward and planted a light kiss on her cheek.
"Good night, Little Qianyuan."
