"What?"
Qiao An was startled, sleeping with them?
Seeing the shocked expression on her face, he knew she misunderstood, "I'll sleep on the sofa and protect you at all times."
Saying that, he lowered his head again and pinched Little Nuomi's cheek, "Little Nuomi, uncle will protect you and your mommy, trust uncle, okay?"
Little Nuomi blinked her eyes.
Not sure if she trusted or distrusted him, Mu Jingxi couldn't help but chuckle and pinched her soft little cheek again.
Nowadays, Little Nuomi, in his eyes, was like a fragile porcelain doll that couldn't afford any mishaps.
He lifted his head, "Little Nuomi agrees."
The corners of Qiao An's lips twitched slightly, "When did Little Nuomi agree? I didn't hear it."
"She blinked."
Qiao An: "..."
One arm wrapped around Qiao An's shoulder, leading her into the bedroom.
"No way, we're going back to the guest room."
