Tang Wu saw Lan Yue standing behind her, his dark eyes on her. She touched her face. "Is there something on my face?"
Lan Yue approached Tang Wu and hugged her from behind.
Before she was pregnant, she liked it when he hugged her like this.
But now that her stomach was big, she would feel a little awkward if he hugged her like this.
After all, she had lost her slender waist.
Tang Wu pulled Lan Yue's hand away and turned to look at him. "Why are you suddenly so serious?"
The lights on the balcony outlined Lan Yue's well-defined face, his facial features becoming more exquisite and beautiful. Seeing that he was silent, Tang Wu poked his muscular arm. "What are you thinking about?"
Lan Yue pulled Tang Wu into his arms and rested his handsome chin on the top of her head. He said softly, "If other women saw that thing in my pocket, they would definitely be angry and jealous, but you weren't."
