C573 Child Child

Child, child.

Mu Chiyao saw how Yan Anxi relied on him, so he could only hug her more tightly, hoping to let her feel that she had some support.

Yan Anxi's soft voice carried helplessness and panic. "Don't. . . Go away. . . Go away, don't touch me. . . "

Mu Chiyao lowered his head. He was so close to her lips that he could hear what she was saying.

"Yan Anxi, wake up. "

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