in the past few years, even rong yan felt that the skin on her face seemed to have begun to wrinkle, but liancheng yazhi was still so handsome, without the vicissitudes of life that had been sculpted by time.
rong yan sighed. when her son was born, it seemed that she would have to start taking good care of her skin.
Otherwise, in the future, when he was old and frail, wouldn't those young girls take advantage of him?
rong yan wanted to turn over, but her body was very heavy. she only moved a little and couldn't move.
She sighed silently. No wonder pregnant women moved in groups. Indeed, it was too inconvenient to move.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth in her ear as she remembered Liancheng Yazhi's voice. "Why did you wake up so early today? did you not sleep well?"
