An Ziqi kissed her little face. The little one rarely gave face today, calling "mommy" and then turning to Xiao Moli and calling him "dee-dee." She even took the initiative to pucker up her little mouth and leaned towards Xiao Moli's face, smearing it with saliva.
After the kiss, she bit her finger and looked at him with bright, crystal-like eyes.
Xiao Moli reached out to hold her, "Little Ai is good, Daddy will hold you."
But the little one lifted her chunky little hand to push his hand away, continuing to watch him.
Xiao Moli and her stared at each other for a few seconds.
The little one's eyes began to wander around his body, and her little hand tugged fiercely at his clothes.
Xiao Moli grabbed her little hand, "Little Ai, what do you want?"
"Cake... cake."
Xiao Moli looked at An Ziqi in confusion.
Sitting on the sofa, Nuoyan couldn't help but laugh, "You said this morning you'd come home in the afternoon and buy her a cake."
