In her sleep, Qiu Tong seemed to have found a comfortable support. She gently rubbed Jin Yang's shoulder and took the initiative to hold his arm as she continued to sleep.
Jin Yang sat up stiffly, not daring to move an inch. He could feel Qiu Tong's steady breathing on his neck. His heartbeat followed her breathing rhythm and in just a few minutes, his palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Jin Yang raised his hand to support Qiu Tong's neck and her face, allowing her to sleep more comfortably.
In the noisy cabin, Jin Yang was also gradually getting sleepy under Qiu Tong's influence. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.
In his half-asleep state, Jin Yang suddenly recalled some vague memories.
In the past, there seemed to have been a woman who used to lean against him like this. Her stomach bulged slightly and Jin Yang gently placed his hand on it.
"You're going to be a father soon. Are you happy?"
