An Ran seemed to feel something, lightly furrowing her brows, while reaching out to sweep her face.
"Slap," a small palm hit Mu Xingfeng's face, making him suddenly tense up.
Did he really wake up because of me?
Just as Mu Xingfeng was preparing to face the little girl's questioning, he saw her simply turn over and go back to sleep.
Mu Xingfeng shook his head helplessly, really like a pig. He reached out and gently stroked An Ran's smooth little face, whispering softly, "An Ran, don't be afraid of me."
...
In the following days, Mu Xingfeng stayed at Longteng Xinyuan every day. An Ran seemed to get used to this, preparing meals for two every night.
Being able to eat at the same table with the little girl every day should be the most fulfilling vacation Mu Xingfeng had ever had. The only regret was that the next day, the little girl bought new nightgowns and clothes, and he never saw her in a white shirt again.
