Everything will be fine in the future.
After gently tasting the flavor on her fingers, Rao Shi Yun was reminded of the incident that just occurred.
This child had always been thinking about being with her; would she really end up with him someday?
If they were together, and she put in the effort to become pregnant, what a fulfilling life that would be.
Lost in thought, Rao Shi Yun became a little infatuated...
"Xiao Yan..."
...
After returning home, her mom was already waiting to have dinner with her.
The central heating in their home was now at full blast, providing warmth everywhere.
Zhou Rongrong used to worry about the cost, but now, knowing her son's capabilities,
she became indifferent to such minor expenses. Being overly frugal was pointless.
Wearing slippers and black pantyhose, Zhou Rongrong went to the kitchen after her son arrived home.
"Son, go wash your hands, it's time for dinner."
