"I can't baby."
"I need to hold you…" she whined.
"You're too fragile," he insisted as he stood up. "We will have plenty of time for that. I just need you to rest and take care of the babies, okay?"
"You keep licking your lips. Your lips must be chapped. What do I get you?" he asked, peering into the empty paper cup he had been feeding Qian Meng ice chips from.
She shook her head. "Did you bring my bag? I had lip balm in there. My lips are so dry," she protested.
Qing Yuan entered and saw the scene.
"I don't have your bag, but I can go out and buy one for you."
Qian Meng put her hand on his leg to physically stop him. "It's okay. Don't leave."
"It's fine. I need to get a toothbrush for myself and you."
She looked at him longingly. "I need one of those desperately."
"I can go out and pick up everything you two need," Qing Yuan said sweetly.
