Bai Nuanxi bit her lip, a smile she couldn't hide spreading across her face. "What nonsense are you spouting? You think saying this would make me happy?"
"Yes, it would," she replied, pulling Bai Qing's hand as they sat on the sofa.
The siblings hadn't seen each other for a long time, and an intimate chat between them was refreshing.
Before they knew it, night had fallen, and Bai Nuanxi felt a dull ache in her waist from sitting too long without paying attention to her posture. Moving reminded her of the discomfort, but there was nothing she could do about it—prolonged sitting takes its toll.
After Bai Qing left, Bai Nuanxi lazily went upstairs, yawning. Pregnant women tended to feel drowsy, and today she had exhausted herself with antics, from fooling the bodyguards to facing off with an elderly troublemaker. The afternoon had been spent chatting with Bai Qing, leaving her feeling fulfilled yet indulgently idle.
