Mu Jingxi's eyes dodged, not meeting hers.
Qiao An huffed, "I knew it."
"I'm not leaving." Mu Jingxi sighed, "There's an empty bed in the ward next door, I'll rest there."
Qiao An was skeptical of his explanation.
He raised his hand to check the time, and hugged her tightly with a heartache, "It's getting late, go rest."
"What about you?"
"I'm next door."
Qiao An thought about it, the bed in the ward was big enough to fit the three of them lying down.
She raised her hand, grabbed his shirt sleeve, and gave it a gentle tug.
Mu Jingxi tilted his head down, with a raised tone, "Hmm?"
"Together."
"What?"
Exhausted, Qiao An lay on his chest, "I said, let's be together, with Little Nuomi."
"You might be uncomfortable."
"I'm well-behaved when I sleep."
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Really?
Then whose sleep posture did Little Nuomi inherit?
It surely can't be him.
"I'm so tired, I'll ask you tomorrow why you suddenly came back."
