Even in this state, Xiao Moli still remembered not to let An Ziqi worry.
He shook his head, trying hard to make himself a bit more alert, "It's nothing, I guess I'm just a bit tired."
The person came forward, reached out to support his arm, and helped him up.
"You're not feeling well, let me help you to the lounge to rest for a while."
Xiao Moli held the person in his arms, staggering as she assisted him toward the lounge.
A faint scent from the person beside him wafted into his nose, and Xiao Moli inexplicably felt something was wrong, but his vision was becoming increasingly dark.
As he fell onto the bed, his vision went completely black.
On the other side.
After dinner, An Ziqi sat on the sofa waiting for Xiao Moli to come back.
Beside her was Xiao Qian'ai; the little one, just over a year old, was already incredibly clever.
With her little behind sticking up, there was a tablet in front of her, and she was playing with a puzzle using her chubby little fingers.
"Mama."
