"I feel somewhat uncomfortable."
Ji Chengzhou's profound eyes looked at her.
"It might be my period coming on." Sang Qian tiptoed and kissed his lips again, "Let's go back."
Ji Chengzhou let go of her and walked towards the side hall, holding her hand.
Sang Qian's gaze lingered on their joined hands for a moment before quickly moving away, indifferent.
Upon returning to their residence, her daughter ran over, her plump little face upturned and her small eyebrows furrowed as she looked at her, "Mommy went to Grandma Ji's house without Wanwan. Does Mommy not like Wanwan anymore?"
Sang Qian bent down to pick up her daughter, who was slightly skinny and thus felt light, accentuating her petite frame. The soft and delicate body emanated a faint milky scent, providing immense comfort when held.
