"Hug... hug..."
An Ning was in Sikong Wuyou's arms for quite a while, but after all, he was a stranger, so as soon as she got closer, Xiaoniu immediately stretched out his little paws to be hugged.
"Okay, sister will hug..."
An Ning smiled as she was about to take Xiaoniu, but Sikong Wuyou easily dodged.
"What are you doing?" An Ning widened her eyes and looked accusingly at Sikong Wuyou.
Sikong Wuyou replied matter-of-factly, "The injuries on your arm and foot have just healed. This little one is heavy; I can hold him, you should rest more."
An Ning felt sweetness in her heart, "Are you concerned about me?"
"Yes, I care about you, are you satisfied..." Sikong Wuyou held Xiaoniu with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached over to pinch An Ning's nose.
Seeing her brows furrow, he reluctantly let go.
