Li Qingcang did not say a word. He merely looked at Ye Tianxin.
Ye Tianxin was afraid that Li Qingcang would misunderstand and think she didn't want to marry him.
It was not that she did not want to marry him.
She wanted very much to get married to him.
She wanted to be his wife, in the presence of their friends and relatives, with their blessing.
"Tianxin."
Li Qingcang smiled as he lay on the soft bed.
They slept on in a bed, looking at the ceiling above them. Both were smiling in their hearts.
"You are pregnant now. You don't have to be careful around me. You can do whatever you like. I hope you will always be like a child with me, forever wilfull and demanding."
Although Li Qingcang was not a sensitive person, he had seen people around him in love.
At times, two people would argue over the most trivial matters.
Sometimes it might seem unreasonable, but it would add some sparks to the relationship.
