"I'll take you to school."
"No need, I'm going back to lie down right away."
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Even if it doesn't hurt, you still need to lie down."
"Lying down for too long is uncomfortable."
Han Yingying put her hands on her hips, commanding in a fierce tone, "Shen Mosheng, are you going to lie down or not?"
Shen Mosheng answered hesitantly, "I'll lie down."
Only then did Han Yingying feel satisfied, "Let's go, I'll take you home."
"I promised Zishi I'd take you to school."
"What's there to take care of, don't I have legs of my own?"
"You're pregnant."
"Shen Mosheng, you're just afraid I might lose the baby, aren't you?"
Shen Mosheng nodded.
After all, if the baby was lost, it would be Yingying who suffered.
"I knew it, you only care about the child." Han Yingying stood on her tiptoes, lifted her head high, and poked Shen Mosheng's chest forcefully, her eyes sparking with fire.
