An Ziqi instinctively turned his face to look.
Sure enough, she saw a trace of blood on his lips, and couldn't help but feel some heartache.
However, thinking it was all because of this guy, she spoke with annoyance.
"Who told you to be such a rogue, serves you right, you deserved to hurt."
Xiao Moli pinched her little face and laughed, "Little heartless one, if I'm dead, you'll be a widow."
An Ziqi threw a few punches at him with her small fists, "Don't talk about death."
Xiao Moli helplessly smiled as he pulled her into his arms, "You're the one who said I should hurt to death, yet you won't let me talk about dying. You say I'm overbearing, but who's really overbearing? Huh?"
"You." An Ziqi retorted unreasonably.
Xiao Moli smiled and rubbed her waist.
An Ziqi lay in his arms, thought for a moment, then looked up at him, biting her lip, and asked, "Should we send Nuoyan to Mommy first?"
