Picking up little Mei, Xia Xi felt a milky fragrance wafting towards her, sweet and not unpleasant. Mei’s small hands gripped her clothes tightly, as if she were the most important existence. The most important… Xia Xi’s heart suddenly softened completely.
Long, long ago, her mother would always hold her like this, lovingly. Even though the memory was blurry, that feeling of being most important was deeply etched in her heart.
“Not as terrible as you imagined!” Yue Tong gently wiped the dirt from Mei’s face with a tissue, “Although children can be demons, they also have moments when they’re like angels!”
“I—” Her heart stirring with some undefined emotion, Xia Xi was about to say something when suddenly her phone rang. “Sorry, I’ll take this call.”
“Miss Xia?” A familiar male voice came from the other end. Just as Xia Xi responded, the person on the other end immediately changed, speaking with a heavy tone of displeasure.
“Where are you?”
Hearing Lu Ziye’s domineering yet concerned voice, Xia Xi’s chest tightened inexplicably. She immediately recalled the passionate night before and involuntarily blushed.
“I’m…” She sneaked a glance at Yue Tong, awkwardly turning halfway.
Ugh—what was she feeling guilty about?
