At that moment, how could Lu Jiang care about whether to take a bath or not?
He carefully supported his wife's arm, looking at her large belly beneath her nightgown with awe, wanting to touch it but afraid his dirty hands would leave prints on her clothes.
"Wife, I'm sorry."
It was a sudden statement, but Feng Qingxue understood it and couldn't help saying, "What are you sorry for? If you say sorry to me every time you go on a mission, you'd end up saying it a thousand, ten thousand times."
"Wife, you are so great!" Lu Jiang didn't skimp on the praise, suppressing the guilt in his heart, he continued to stare at his wife's belly, soon becoming happy again, "Two of them, we are about to welcome the third and fourth children, wife, you are so amazing. The comrades in the army must be so envious of me, if dad knew you gave birth to twins, he would be so happy his eyebrows would fly off."
