Shen Mosheng slept for a full seven hours.
Han Yingying, locked in his embrace, had to maintain the same position for seven hours.
Shen Mosheng had a good sleeping posture; he didn't snore, grind his teeth, or toss and turn.
The usually sharp-edged him seemed so harmless in his sleep, like a Banished Immortal who had stepped out of a painting.
At first, Han Yingying had admired this epitome of beauty, but as time passed, she nearly went crazy.
Maintaining the same position for too long was causing her whole body to ache, and more importantly—she needed to use the bathroom!
With an overwhelming urge to pee, Han Yingying's eyes welled up with tears as she shook Shen Mosheng vigorously, repeating like a broken record,
"Shen Mosheng, get up, get up, get up…"
His long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as Shen Mosheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clouded with a faint bewilderment: "Yingying?"
That husky voice tinged with a rasp, softly calling her name, was enough to make anyone weak at the knees.
Han Yingying was so moved she burst into tears: "Shen Mosheng, you've finally woken up."
With his slender fingers, he gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Shen Mosheng smiled, a smile as radiant and pleasing as blooming cherry blossoms.
"I'm awake, don't worry."
"Let me go, I need to go to the bathroom," Han Yingying blurted out, shattering the romantic atmosphere that had filled the room.
Shen Mosheng: …
Seeing him motionless, Han Yingying urged in desperation, "Hurry, hurry, it's going to come out!"
Shen Mosheng let her go and, with an athletic leap out of bed, scooped her up and dashed to the bathroom, placing her on the toilet before closing the door.
The whole sequence was as smooth as flowing water, simply flawless.
Sitting on the toilet, Han Yingying was stunned for a few seconds until a surge of urgency raced up her spine, instinctively making her stand up to take off her clothes and then sit back down.
After taking care of her urgent needs, she felt refreshed and clear-headed.
Satisfied, she took a deep breath, stood up, opened the door, and was met with the tall figure of Shen Mosheng.
Remembering what just happened, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she stuttered,
"Wh-why are you still here?"
"I was worried," Shen Mosheng said, and then glanced unconsciously at her stomach as if assessing whether she had accidentally "flushed" the baby away.
Thinking he was checking to see if she had wet herself, Han Yingying quickly covered her lower body and glared at him angrily: "What are you looking at, I didn't wet my pants!"
"I wasn't suspecting that."
Realizing her misunderstanding, Han Yingying's face turned beet red, and in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, she demanded, "Then what were you looking at?"
"Your stomach."
"What's so interesting about my stomach?"
"There's a child inside."
Han Yingying: …
She didn't want to talk to Shen Mosheng ever again!
Han Yingying turned and walked away huffily.
Shen Mosheng followed her silently.
Seeing the two of them come out, Han Yingying's mother immediately rose with enthusiasm: "Mosheng, Yingying, you're up."
"Sorry for the trouble," Shen Mosheng apologized politely with a bow.
"What trouble? You're sleeping in your own house; what's there to apologize for?" Han Yingying's mother, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles, found her prospective son-in-law more and more to her liking.
Han Yingying couldn't help but roll her eyes dramatically: "Mom, I haven't agreed to marry him yet, how are we already a family?"
Ignoring her daughter, Han Yingying's mother looked at Shen Mosheng with a trembling smile from laughter.
"Mosheng, stay for dinner before you go."
"Yes."
"Old Han, our son-in-law is staying for dinner, let's add two more dishes," Han Yingying's mother called out to her husband, who was preparing the evening meal, before cheerfully heading into the kitchen.
Han Yingying, feeling ignored, glared angrily at Shen Mosheng.
"I will absolutely not marry you; tomorrow, I'm going to have the baby taken care of!"