After the air went silent for a few seconds, Ning Qing had a gentle smile and asked, "Shaoming, are you done showering?"
She withdrew her gaze and placed the photo back in his pants pocket. She lifted her heels to walk towards the bamboo basket and placed his clothes inside.
At this moment, a handsome figure came from behind, and Lu Shaoming hugged her from the back. One huge palm protected the bump on her small stomach while he kissed her small face and said, "Are you hungry? There is no aunty in the house. You are not allowed to touch oil or smoke in the future; should we go out to eat?"
Ning Qing shook her head and said, "I don't want to, restaurant food cannot be eaten often by pregnant ladies. Shaoming, should we go back home to eat? My mum has definitely made a lot of dishes; she has recently made me grow fat."
"Okay." Lu Shaoming nodded his head and said, "Sure, let's go home to eat."
