Xiao Yining wriggled his bottom in Xiao Moli's arms, gleefully pinning himself against the window for a better look, his small hand pointing downward.
"Mummy, can we go play with that later?"
An Ziqi turned to look in his direction, but due to Xiao Moli situated between them, she could only lean slightly forward. Xiao Moli's breath brushed against her ear, causing her ears to flush red.
About to retreat, her hand was suddenly enveloped by his warm, large palm, pulling her back. Her body, due to inertia, fell straight onto his solid chest. The sound of his heartbeat filled her ears and his scent enveloped her. An Ziqi's heart berated uncontrollably.
When the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, An Ziqi struggled faintly, only to be clutched even tighter.
A gentle warmth in her heart gradually dissolved the faint bitterness from before.
"Sure," she softly agreed, answering Xiao Yining.
In the small cabin, the atmosphere was serene and tranquil.