Qin Jian held An Hao in his arms as she made soup for him. Before long, his big hands became restless.
He caressed her waist and pinched the flesh on her belly; eventually, those large hands ventured into her sweater and clasped the two soft mounds at her chest.
"Hey!" An Hao's scorching palms made it impossible for her to work, and she turned her head to glare at him with watery, admonishing eyes.
"They've grown!" Qin Jian said with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"What?" An Hao didn't understand what he meant.
His naughty hands gave the fullness a squeeze, "They've gotten a size bigger than before! The elasticity is even better now!"
"You jerk! Can you stop keeping track of these changes in size every day?" An Hao glared at him, chidingly.
Qin Jian let out a helpless chuckle.
He released An Hao and waggled his fingers before her, "It's just over a month now. Ten months is still far away. What am I going to do these days?"
