If Oliver's first trimester was rough with the urge to vomit every three seconds, second trimester he was turning into a big crybaby, then the third trimester he had become a restless ball of libido. Oftentimes, Lu Yizhou would be woken up by the sensation of kisses that trailed down his neck. It reminded him of the time when they spent their time copulating for six days. Without even opening his eyes, he groaned and rolled over until he had Oliver pinned beneath him.
The omega giggled breathlessly and gnawed on his jaw with playful nibbles. "Good morning, Alpha."
