The hand covering the little head slowly moved down to cover the soft cheeks.
"What's wrong, Little Nuomi?"
Mu Jingxi gently called out Little Nuomi's name, hmm, what a good name!
His daughter was just like a sticky rice ball, all white and pink, soft and squishy, endearing to anyone!
Little Nuomi's little face tensed tightly as she tremulously stretched out a tiny paw and placed it on his forehead.
"Eh, it's not hot."
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Did she think she had taken the wrong medicine?
Or was she sick?
"Little Nuomi, what are you doing?"
"Hehe..." Little Nuomi chuckled awkwardly, wiggling her body like a slippery little loach, sliding down from him.
Turning around, she took off with her short little legs, thump thump thump running up the stairs, "Little Nuomi is going to find Mommy!"
In the guest room, Qiao An was still asleep, and Little Nuomi gently pushed the door open.
Her little head peeked in, tentatively calling out, "Mommy?"
Qiao An didn't wake up.
