On the slowly moving carriage, Mo Yan was firmly locked in Xiao Ruiyuan's embrace, and it was the man striving to protect her who would bear the brunt of any jolting or accidents that occurred.
Her delicate fingers poked at her flat belly, and the elasticity of the touch made Mo Yan hardly believe that a little life might already be dwelling there.
After the initial excitement and ecstasy had subsided, Xiao Ruiyuan, now calm, watched his wife's childish actions, unable to suppress the laughter in his eyes. His large hand grasped his wife's small one and said jokingly, "Stop poking, be careful not to frighten our child."
Mo Yan looked up at him, her eyes like stars in the night sky, "Husband, do you think the doctor could have been mistaken? He also said it's early days, not that there's definitely one inside! Otherwise, with a near month-old fetus here, why don't I feel anything at all?"
