What pleasant evening is this?
This little brat.
An Ziqi's hands froze for a moment, suddenly realizing that she would be alone with Xiao Moli tonight...
Alone?
Realizing this, An Ziqi's skin pricked up with goosebumps. Why did she have this ominous premonition?
Just when she couldn't resist the urge to escape, Xiao Moli leaned in from behind, trapping her, forcibly taking the note from her hand.
Xiao Moli looked at the note, hmm, this little brat was reasonable enough.
"Hehe, why did Ningning suddenly go home? How strange."
An Ziqi gave a dry laugh as she stood up, trying to distance herself from Xiao Moli.
But would Xiao Moli let her escape? With a stretch of his long arm, he pulled her back and pressed her on the sofa.
His arms supported him on the back of the couch, looming over her.
Inside her head, An Ziqi was still confused. Was this what they called in those stories... the wall slam? No, no, the couch slam.
