Bai Xiao saw An Zhiyuan and waved her hand in a naive manner, "An... An..."
An Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the large hand that Jiang Shaoqing had around Bai Xiao's waist, and his eyes darkened.
He took two steps to Bai Xiao's side, his large hand scooping her up from Jiang Shaoqing's embrace, "How did you end up this drunk?"
Although his tone was reproachful, it still carried an indescribable doting.
Bai Xiao leaned in An Zhiyuan's embrace, rubbing her head against his chin as if she had found the most comfortable spot, and closed her eyes to sleep.
An Zhiyuan smiled indulgently.
This woman.
Perhaps hearing his laughter, Bai Xiao slowly opened her eyes, but before she could see clearly, she closed them again. Her cheeks rubbed against the arm wrapped around her neck; it felt comfortable.
"Let's go upstairs! When did you get here?" An Zhiyuan, holding Bai Xiao, walked up and asked Jiang Shaoqing.
