Nian Junting placed her on top of his feet and hugged her tightly. His dominant aura surrounded her.
Luosang was trying on a chiffon dress and hadn't zipped up the back yet. The dress easily fell to their feet.
Nian Junting bent down and kissed her belly over and over again.
Her slim waist had become a little more rounded, but the roundness contained the product of their love, a little princess.
Luosang looked down at him shyly, her voice as soft as a mosquito, "Get up quickly, the doctor said that we can't do… that."
"I didn't say that I was going to do anything." Nian Junting gloomily lifted up her dress, zipped it up and blurted out two words, "So sweet."
Luosang blushed even more. He kissed many places; she didn't know which part he referred to.
"Luo, in the future when you have a brother and mother, will my position in your heart be pushed back?" Nian Junting asked. A trace of arrogance could be seen from his eyes.
