cuddling in his arms

Chapter 3 Who am I?
　Mo Xiaoli bit him fiercely, but she didn't get any response from An Ziqing. She was too tired from biting herself, her face was covered with tears and sweat, and she finally stopped.

An Ziqing stretched out his hand to remove the hair that was wet from Mo Xiaoli's face, looked at her quietly and asked, "Who am I?"

"Ziqing." Mo Xiaoli replied softly in a voice like a cat meowing, she didn't have the strength to fight with him anymore.

An Ziqing pinched her little nose as if to punish her and asked, "Tell me louder, who am I?"

"Ziqing, Ziqing, Ziqing, you are Ziqing." Mo Xiaoli closed her eyes and yelled angrily. She didn't know why. She can always be a lady in front of others. Why? An Ziqing always has the power to drive her crazy.

An Ziqing laughed softly, put his hands on her cheeks, and gently rubbed her face, just like when he was a child, he always liked to tease her and play with her face.

Mo Xiaoli has some baby fat, and his whole body is soft, especially his face, which is white and tender, soft, like cotton candy, it always makes people want to pinch it once or twice.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xiaoli struggled to prevent him from touching her face.

"You're still the same as a child." An Ziqing said with a low smile, "It's always easy to get angry in front of me."

"Get out." Mo Xiaoli patted his hand on her face, but he let go, and she slapped her on the face.

"A Li, why can't you think about it? Are you hitting yourself?" An Ziqing asked with great interest.

"You..." Mo Xiaoli really didn't have the strength to quarrel with him anymore, so he could only lie on the bed quietly without speaking.

An Ziqing wrapped her in a quilt, lay quietly beside her, and hugged her through the quilt.

Mo Xiaoli didn't move, just lay there in a daze.

There was no sound in the room anymore, except for the unsteady breathing of the two of them, there was nothing.

"A Li." An Ziqing called her.

His voice was deep and deep, and it was very pleasant to hear, especially when he called Ah Li, it added a bit of affection and magnetism.

Mo Xiaoli didn't answer, her eyes were still tightly closed, but An Ziqing knew she wasn't asleep because her eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

He didn't wait for her to answer, but just said to himself, "Before, I mean before there was no Mo Shaohua, there were only the two of us at that time, did you feel happy?"

Listening to his voice, Mo Xiaoli felt soft in his heart. He asked her if she was happy then?

Happy, of course happy, but she didn't want to answer, she didn't want to say.

"Later when Mo Shaohua came, you rejected him at first, I don't know when you slowly accepted him, and finally developed into liking him, and I don't know why you slowly alienated me. ..."

"Do you remember the first time we met? Oh, I forgot, you must not remember, you were only one year old at that time, and you were still lying in the crib, and I was not tall at that time, in order to see you Little sister, I moved a small bench and stepped on it before I climbed to your crib and saw you with a runny nose. At that time, you were so beautiful, with a round face, a pair of eyes wide open, stars Usually, at that time, I really wanted to touch your face, rub it like I did just now, but I couldn't reach it, and then I stretched my arm in it desperately, and fell into your crib, almost hurting you, At that time, when I saw you who was one year old, you didn't cry, but stretched out your hand and gave me a slap in the face..."

. . . . . .

An Ziqing's voice was soft, indifferent, revealing a self-deprecating indifference. He kept talking, talking, almost everything about his childhood, and sometimes he even laughed out loud.

Mo Xiaoli didn't open her eyes, but her eyelashes trembled again and again. In fact, she remembered most of the things he said, but Mo Shaohua still appeared in the end.

He still showed up.

"Can we still be the same as we were before, without Mo Shaohua?" An Ziqing finally asked.

Mo Xiaoli bit his lip, almost bleeding, but still remained silent.

Tears trickled down the corners of his eyes, dampening his hair.

An Ziqing gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, but they flowed again, so he could only gently kiss her dry, over and over again.

He whispered in her ear, "I'm delusional, don't cry, just pretend I didn't say anything?"

(End of this chapter)