Mu Jingxi bent over, lifting her into a horizontal carry. Qiao An was taken aback, poking his handsome face that was close at hand with her forefinger, "Just because I said you could hold me, you do? Since when are you so obedient?"
Something was off.
Very off with Mu Jingxi.
Did he take the wrong medicine, or was he under some kind of stress?
Just pick her up, and he obediently did so, like a little puppy, which made Qiao An feel flattered and shocked.
Mu Jingxi looked at her with a cold stare, "I thought you were so tired you could faint at any moment, but it seems not."
With that, he was about to put her down.
Free labor, who would readily let go of that?
Qiao An immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and refused to let go, haughtily holding her delicate chin up, "About to faint, really...any second now..."
Having said that, she rolled her eyes at him and then closed them, leaning against his chest.
