Ye Qi silently asked a question in his heart.
He sighed slightly, bent over, and reached out to grab the quilt covering her, intending to pull it up higher for her.
However, just as he lifted the corner of the quilt, he realized that Wen Xiao'ai seemed to be holding something in her arms.
He then lifted the quilt a bit more.
Sure enough, she was holding something.
A white... pillow?
Yes, it was a pillow.
The moment he saw the pillow, Ye Qi understood in his heart.
But he was not willing to give up.
He insisted on checking the scent lingering on the pillow.
The result was naturally self-inflicted pain.
Ye Qi withdrew his hand from the pillow, looking at Wen Xiao'ai tightly holding onto it. The hand clutching the quilt tightened continuously, and his jaw clenched, his delicate chin tensed.
He reached out, grabbing the pillow, trying to pull it away from her arms, yet Wen Xiao'ai held it even tighter, curling up insecurely, burying her little face into the pillow.
