He put his phone aside and continued to embrace Qin Youxuan as they slept.
From daytime to evening, Qin Youxuan finally stretched lazily, comfortably yawning with satisfaction.
"Are you hungry? The butler has been up several times to urge us for dinner," Dan Hanjie fished her out of the blanket and held her in his embrace.
Qin Youxuan's belly was pressed between them, and as soon as Dan Hanjie hugged her a bit tighter, he could immediately feel the little one's protest.
The little feet kicked vigorously, as if trying to push Dan Hanjie away.
"Don't hug too tightly; he kicks me whenever he's uncomfortable," Qin Youxuan lamented.
The child was only four months old, yet she didn't know why he was so frequently active, each kick made her wince in pain.
"I'm the one who's uncomfortable now; why can't I even hug my own wife?" Dan Hanjie's naughty eyes narrowed as he stared at Qin Youxuan's mischievously moving belly.
