Xiao Moli sighed helplessly and reached over, mischievously whispering in her ear, "If you don't get up, I won't be polite."
The person beside him still showed no reaction.
At this moment, her eyes were tightly shut, her expression calm, as if she was deeply asleep.
Xiao Moli's eyebrows furrowed slightly; he stopped joking with her.
"An'an, An'an, wake up."
An Ziqi lay there motionless, giving him no response.
"An'an, An'an."
Calling out several times in succession without any response from An Ziqi, Xiao Moli's heart gradually sank.
Although An Ziqi would sometimes playfully tease him like a child, she would never joke about something like this.
With a stern face, Xiao Moli got up and directly lifted her from the bed.
Quickly heading downstairs, he moved outside.
The delivery guy was just knocking at the door, and when the door was suddenly kicked open from inside, Xiao Moli's cold presence startled him.
