Luosang was touched. The two of them spent every day together, yet he wasn't sick of it at all.
"But Junting, if you always spend time with me, you will lose friends."
"If I lose them then so be it. I don't have many friends to begin with," Nian Junting said indifferently and kissed her.
"…"
Luosang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had no idea what to say.
"Things like friends are all transient. I only need you," Nian Junting's hands were already peeling away Luosang's clothes, making her tingle all over. She could not hold a proper conversation with him anymore.
Luosang was six months pregnant, so he didn't dare be too rough. Unlike the past, he could only embrace her while they were lying on their sides. Their bodies moved rhythmically while their faces rubbed against each other.
