Leng Zhiyuan was eight and a half months pregnant and had only gained eleven pounds. Other than that bump on her belly, she did not put on weight at all. Her big belly was sharp, so from the back, she did not look like a pregnant woman at all.
At this moment, she was lying on the soft bed. The man's wide and thick palm covered her belly, giving her an inexplicable peace of mind. In fact, after being pregnant for so long, the baby in her belly rarely moved. Sometimes, she wondered if the baby's personality was too cool. However, now the baby was interacting with him. Wherever his palm went, the baby was like a wild horse that had run loose.
Leng Zhiyuan's heart melted more by the minute. She gently closed her eyes, and two streams of tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Zhou Yao stood up and wiped the tears away with his rough fingers.
Leng Zhiyuan didn't say anything.
