"We... we should hurry down. Xi will be worried about us."
Yan Xinxin said this, pulled up the hood of her jacket, and quickly bypassed Mo Chuxi, running down the mountain.
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Thunderstorms in summer are often like a child's temper—coming fast and leaving just as quickly.
By the time they returned to the apartment, the rain had already stopped.
It had been a long time since Yan Xinxin had taken a bath. After bathing her son, she finally could soak comfortably in hot water, closing her eyes for a moment of peaceful rest...
Mo Chuxi finished his shower and walked into the living room, where he saw Yan Chenxi sitting alone on the couch watching cartoons.
"Where's your Xinxin?"
He walked over and asked.
"Xinxin said she was going to take a bath. After that, she'll cook dinner. Chuxi Daddy, are you hungry?"
Yan Xinxin is in the bath?
In the little guy's lengthy sentence, Mo Chuxi only captured this particular phrase.
