She shrank her neck instinctively, her thoughts pulled back in an instant.
"Dear..." He Xiyan called her husband in a low voice. Usually, she would call him by his name, and only called him so intimately when they were alone.
She rested her hand on his arm. Because of fatness, her hands were almost as thick as his, which seemed really funny.
"Go back and rest. It's not early anymore." Ye Hao took his wife's hand, their fingers intertwined. In fact, he wanted to say "let's make love," but they were warned by the doctor again to suppress sensual passion. Then even making love was impossible on this specific night.
He thought that after the baby was born, he must release all his sexual needs over these months. Otherwise, he would be confined to death.
He Xiyan was led by Ye Hao to their bedroom.
Only when getting to the door, she suddenly stopped, a touch of shock and disbelief flashing through her eyes.
