When he returned to the room, Qiao Xu was still sitting on the bed, smiling cheerfully at him.
He walked to Qiao Xu's side and sat down, drawing her into his embrace. His broad palm rested on her still-flat abdomen.
"Wife, thank you."
Qiao Xu surprisingly detected a trace of choking up in his tone.
She glanced at him and saw the crystal-clear reflections in his eyes, her heart stirred.
She stretched out her hand in front of Lu Moqing, "No need for formalities."
"Then, Mr. Lu, please continue to take good care of me for the rest of our lives."
"Hmm, plenty of care."
Lu Moqing's smile spread from the bottom of his eyes, as he held Qiao Xu's hand, and they gazed at each other.
After a sleepless night, the sky in New Zealand had brightened.
Yet, because of the imminent arrival of his little princess, Lu Moqing was still excited and full of energy without a trace of weariness.
Qiao Xu, on the other hand, had already fallen asleep in Lu Moqing's arms.