Zhou Yao saw that she had lowered her eyelids, so he asked, "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," Leng Zhiyuan shook her head.
Zhou Yao smiled dotingly, then stretched out his long arms to hug her waist and laid down with her.
"I'm not done with the bells yet..." she was about to get up.
Zhou Yao held her down. "Don't worry about it. We'll work on it tomorrow. There's plenty of time. It's already dawn. It's time to sleep."
Leng Zhiyuan looked down and stopped insisting.
Zhou Yao reached out his hand for her little face. He gently caressed the skin on her face and leaned forward to kiss her little nose. He said in a low voice, "Honey, the doctor said that you had a slight contraction. Did you feel it?"
Leng Zhiyuan's expression did not change. She asked, "What's a contraction?"
"It's when your lower area aches, like when you're about to go in labor..."
"No."
