Xiao Moli raised his eyebrows, his warm hand enveloping hers as they strolled together along the path within the residential complex.
Hand in hand, they walked quietly.
In the moonlight, their shadows intimately intertwined and tangled behind them.
The atmosphere was quiet and sweet.
From the houses lining the road, bursts of laughter and cheerful voices occasionally emanated.
They hadn't gone far before An Ziqi, tugging at his arm, refused to walk any further.
Grinning at him, she protested, "My feet hurt, I'm tired, give me a piggyback."
Xiao Moli pinched her little nose and bent down, squatting in front of her.
An Ziqi wrapped her arms around his neck and lay on his broad, firm back, inhaling the unique, domineering, and refreshing scent that belonged to him.
Xiao Moli carried her back the way they had come.
"Xiao Moli."
"Mm."
"Xiao Moli."
"Yes?"
"It's nothing, just felt like saying your name."
