Yvonne Finley was utterly embarrassed, her face flushing deep red. The two of them set aside the brutality of the external air, and heat started brewing between them. This mingled with the noisy yet unclear atmosphere, causing a gentle layer of fine sweat to form on her forehead. Yet she still managed to complain quietly, "You're stirring again. It's only been a month, don't hassle me too much!"
Caleb Baker just lifted his head to look at her, his features rather indistinct in the dim light, but after a while, he was able to gauge the gist of her mood.
He was silent for a while.
Maintaining his composure, he spoke slowly, "Sis, your face is quite red."
Yvonne Finley almost choked, "It's so dark and you can see this, stop being annoying."
His elbows were now resting on the soft mattress above, falling at the sides of her waist. He leaned down and kissed her flat belly, "I thought you were thinking about it now."
