Su Qianci's got up with a blush. "I will walk you out."
"It's fine. Stay inside. It's cold, and the baby should not suffer the cold." Song Yifan waved his hand and walked out with his briefcase.
When Song Yifan was gone, Li Sicheng could not help pawing at her. She flicked his hands away and warned in a low voice, "We're still in the living room."
"Let's go to the bedroom then." He stood up and put her on his shoulder, walking back to the bedroom despite her complaint.
With a blush, she hit his back and reminded him, "My belly!"
He paused and looked sullen. He entered the bedroom, locked the door, and placed her on the bed. Kissing her on the cheeks, he gritted his teeth. "Shouldn't have got you pregnant so early."
She chuckled and kissed him back on the lips. "Now we have to wait a few months."
"Two months!"
"Nine! The baby is less than a month old."
