"Still laughing?"
Mu Jingxi grasped her calf and pinched hard, causing Qiao An to cry out in pain.
"Mu Jingxi, be gentle, it hurts!"
Despite the pain, she still had the mood to be mischievous, which Mu Jingxi found admirable.
The pressure in his hand eased quite a bit as he massaged her sore calf, "Rest early."
"You sleep too." Qiao An patted the spot next to her, "Hurry up."
Her impatient demeanor had a hint of a flirtatious woman.
Mu Jingxi shook his head helplessly with a smile and lay down beside her.
With Mu Jingxi by her side, Qiao An felt as if she had a pillar of support, closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.
Early in the morning, among the chirping of birds, Qiao An woke up.
By her side, Mu Jingxi's figure was gone.
Struggling to sit up, she came out of the tent and barely had her head out when she heard Mu Jingxi's voice, "Awake?"
"What are you doing?"