Qiaoqiao approached him, her slender arms draped around Yun Mo's neck.
Her face overflowed with joy. Her dimples deepened as her spirit seemed to bloom, making her look like a radiantly cheerful young girl.
However, she was clearly already thirty-one years old this year.
The treasure in her belly would soon make her a mother of four children.
How could she still look so youthful and lively!
It must be love, nurturing her like refreshing dew.
Just as Qiaoqiao was indulging in this sweet romantic moment.
A sudden movement came from her belly.
She paused, "Don't move!"
"What happened?" Yun Mo saw her suddenly become cautious and frowned, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"The baby's moving!" She quickly grabbed his hand, slipped it under her thin nightgown, and placed it on her belly. "Don't move, feel it."
Both of them held their breaths.
His warm, broad palm pressed gently against her belly.
They waited quietly.
