"What were you doing with Xiaxia?" Di Mingjue asked unscrupulously, "Did you have a fight?"
"It's nothing." Di Mingzhe spoke up, "Xiaxia and I didn't quarrel, don't worry, it's late, I'll hang up now."
Di Mingzhe gently drew her into his arms, adjusting to a comfortable position. His broad hand thoughtfully rested on her lower abdomen, the warmth from his hand soothing her belly.
How can she say anything given his considerate and gentle behaviour?
She left it unsaid.
Leaning her small face on his arm, Di Xiaxia closed her eyes peacefully. A sweet smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Goodnight, my dear husband.
Meanwhile,
Gu Qibao, on the bed, was nearly laughing herself into hysteria, asking excitedly, "Husband, husband, what was that noise just now? Something happened, right? Right, right?"
Di Mingjue initiated speakerphone, so naturally, Gu Qibao heard everything!
As for Di Mingzhe's muffled moan, she felt the need to say it was rather flagrant!
