"Little Nuomi is not a child anymore,"
spoke Mu Jingxi in a serious tone, "Only children sleep with their mommy. When little friends grow up, they can't sleep with their mommy."
Little Nuomi turned her head, her little paw stretched out, covering Mu Jingxi's thin lips.
"Creepy uncle, don't talk!"
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Creepy uncle?
The little one is misbehaving again.
But... why is she still a bit cute?
Hearing Little Nuomi get so worked up, Mu Jingxi didn't feel any guilt; instead, he thought that it was quite nice for the family of three to have a chance like this to lie in bed together and chat.
Little Nuomi was so angry that her eyes turned red, looking like she was about to cry out of grievance, which made Mu Jingxi dare not continue speaking.
He obediently shut his mouth, silenced.
He looked at Qiao An with pleading eyes, asking her with his gaze, what to do, Little Nuomi is going to cry...
