"Don't worry, I'll be very careful with your stomach and hands..." Yin Qianchen said. He propped one hand on the bed and looked down at Liang Yunsheng from above. Looking down at her nervous face, he couldn't help but want to lower his head and kiss her face.
Yin Qianchen then took Liang Yunsheng's hand and put it on his lips. He kissed her. "This little hand today is really something. It's really hard."
Liang Yunsheng blinked. When she heard his words, she pretended that she didn't know anything. She closed her eyes and waited for Yin Qianchen's next action.
It was another sleepless night, but it was much gentler. Although the two of them had some intimate contact recently, it was always like this. It was no longer as intense as before, and people couldn't control their feelings.
Instead, it was very warm and gentle, making people feel that it stretched endlessly.
After that, Liang Yunsheng didn't forget that she was going to continue her attack to soften Yin Qianchen's spiritual power.
She had to make him like the child in her stomach more. It looked good to talk to him about the issue of the little clothes. Then, they could continue their discussion.
When Liang Yunsheng opened her eyes in the morning, she saw that Yin Qianchen was very close to her face. She didn't know if he was really still sleeping.
Because of her pregnancy, she no longer slept on her side. Instead, she leaned slightly to the side. Her head was slightly tilted. From this angle, she could see Yin Qianchen.
Yin Qianchen's face was right in front of her. He had a high nose bridge, light-tanned skin, and deep facial features. His lips were very light and thin.
He had such a good appearance, but in fact, he was a cold-blooded and cold-hearted person.
She was like a moth to the flame, trying to turn him into a thoughtful and loving person.
She didn't know if she had really done this impossible thing in the end, or if she had been burned to death.
Liang Yunsheng couldn't help but reach out her hand. Her fingertips were suspended above his face, as if he was painting. From his forehead, it extended all the way down to his nose, lips, and chin.
It had been a long time since she took out a paintbrush, and her hands suddenly felt itchy. Why not take out the paintbrush that she had long forgotten and draw a portrait of a person? Hmm... This could be considered a pretty good prenatal education.
After a night, a layer of light green appeared on Yin Qianchen's chin. Liang Yunsheng hadn't looked at it carefully before. Yin Qianchen was also a person who paid great attention to his appearance. He shaved his beard very clean every day, and this was the first time he had noticed him like this. She actually thought it was a little funny.
"What are you looking at?" Yin Qianchen slowly woke up and asked.
"You have a beard. " Liang Yunsheng subconsciously touched his chin lightly. "It's still a little prickly."
He grabbed Liang Yunsheng's hand. He placed it on his chin and rubbed it fiercely. "Prickly?"
"Of course! Very!" Liang Yunsheng nodded and hurriedly withdrew her hand.
"Then... what if it's like this?" Yin Qianchen suddenly had the urge to tease her. Not only did he not let go, he even moved his face closer and touched her soft and fair face.