Her fragrant body hugged him from behind and Gu Mohan froze.
He lifted his handsome face and looked towards the window in front of him. The bright windows reflected the two of them clearly, her holding onto him tightly, her small face plastered on his broad back, like a newborn kitten.
She was worried for him and couldn't bear to see him leave.
Gu Mohan's thin lips curved upwards, his rough palms catching hold of her soft hands. ."Good girl, sleep here with our son. When you wake up, I promise that I'll be the first thing you see."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Gu Mohan turned around and rubbed her stomach. "Who knows? Maybe there's already a little princess in there."
He really preferred girls to boys! Poor Little Munchkin!
Tang Mo'er pouted. "There's no way."
"How would you know that?"
