"Pfft."
Yun Shishi covered her mouth and chuckled. "I've told you, she can't hear you now. What are you muttering to yourself for?"
"What if she can?" He raised his eyebrows in disagreement, and emphasized again, "There's telepathy between father and daughter!"
"Alright, telepathy."
She agreed mockingly.
As he gently caressed her belly, he fantasized, "How would our daughter look, if she were to resemble you?"
Forgiving his limited imagination, the faces he imagined were either shrunken versions of Yun Shishi's or female versions of Youyou's and Little Yichen's faces. There was a strange sense of violation about it.
When Yun Shishi heard about this, she said, "I heard that daughters will look more like fathers."
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Of course! Haven't you heard so?"
