Qiao Jing asked with some concern.
"Are you alright?"
She was worried she had crushed Zhan Qipei and didn't dare to move an inch, remaining in that posture without budging.
But she suddenly noticed that her stomach was being cradled by a pair of large hands.
When Qiao Jing fell, Zhan Qipei's first reaction was to protect her belly, fearing that the fall would affect the baby.
His gaze fixed anxiously on Qiao Jing, he asked in a worried tone.
"Did you hurt yourself anywhere? Are you uncomfortable in any way? You get up first, and I'll help you sit down and rest a bit."
This time was different from before, as Qiao Jing was pregnant, and the worry in his heart outweighed the stirrings of any other thoughts he might have had.
He carefully helped Qiao Jing to her feet, his face tense as he guided her to sit on the soft sofa.
Qiao Jing eyed Zhan Qipei with some suspicion.
Why had he protected her belly when she fell?
