Xiao Moli frowned, feeling particularly glaring, and raised his hand to fasten the top button on her shirt tightly.
"Cough, cough."
An Ziqi hurriedly slapped his hand, "Are you trying to choke me? Who buttons their shirt so tightly?"
Xiao Moli tugged the collar down slightly, revealing just a bit of her neck, finally satisfied.
An Ziqi rolled her eyes, really never seen such a conservative husband.
Other people's husbands can't wait for their wives to be dressed more beautifully, but he is the opposite, wanting to wrap her up like a dumpling when going out.
An Ziqi was just about to get out of bed.
Xiao Moli had already put on his shoes, directly reached out and picked her up from the bed.
Seeing his absolute determination not to let her touch the ground, An Ziqi had no choice but to obediently put her arms around his neck.
At the doorway, he reached out to open the door, and Xiao Moli carried her out.
