An Ziqi stuck out the tip of her tongue, smiling ingratiatingly as she grabbed Xiao Moli's hand and chatted with him.
Xiao Chen knew she was nervous inside, pressed his lips together in a smile and kept her company, not exposing her.
In order not to scare An Ziqi, and also to keep her from noticing, he had already put sleeping pills in the milk.
An Ziqi had only spoken a few sentences before her eyelids started to grow unbearably heavy.
She subconsciously muttered, "Xiao Moli."
"Mm, I'm here, go to sleep." Xiao Moli wrapped her small hand in his big palm.
Listening to her breathing quickly even out, he watched her, tenderness flashing in his eyes.
Only after she was sound asleep did he get up, walk to the side and open the drawer, taking out that small clay jar.
He went back to the bed and turned An Ziqi's body over so that her back was facing him.
Then he reached to the table next to him and picked up a small surgical knife.
