Xi Jiu entered the room and immediately looked toward the large bed. His eyes, dark as ink, turned slightly colder upon discovering that the little girl was missing.
However, soon he spotted the person standing in front of the bookshelf.
The man's cool dark eyes warmed up.
He closed the door behind him with a backhand and walked over.
"When did you wake up?"
"Just now." Ruan Qi put down the sketchbook, opened her arms, and pleaded for a hug.
Xi Jiu quickly took a few steps forward and tightly embraced her.
"How is your body feeling? Are you still uncomfortable?"
"I'm much better than before I slept." The young girl hugged his waist and sweetly replied.
Xi Jiu's lips curled into a 'hmm' sound, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the sketchbook placed on the shelf, his pupils constricted slightly.
"What was Baby looking at just now?" he asked without changing his demeanor.