An Jing didn't care about Xiao Changyi's reaction and grabbed the hand that Changyi was holding her with, placing it on her stomach. Her face full of anticipation, she asked, "How does it feel?"
Xiao Changyi fell silent for a moment before counter-questioning, "Is it okay to touch like this? Should we ask Doctor Fang?"
An Jing burst into laughter instantly, "What could possibly go wrong? It's not like you're punching me hard in the stomach. It's fine! No need to consult Doctor Fang."
Xiao Changyi's hand remained stiff, hardly daring to touch.
"Husband, really, touching it like this won't cause any problems. Look, my hand is touching it right now."
Xiao Changyi watched as An Jing casually rubbed her own stomach. After hesitating for a bit, he tentatively felt An Jing's stomach. Although the hand he used was still quite tense, at least he dared to touch it now.
