Just at that moment, Shen Cheng let out a slightly pained noise.
"Mmm..."
Shi Yu thought he had pressed down on her and, before he could feed her the orange juice in his mouth, he promptly moved away from her lips, propping himself up with a hand to check on her.
Seeing her frown slightly, his own brows furrowed in response; he swallowed the liquid in his mouth and asked, "What's wrong?"
Seeing how nervous he was, Shen Cheng relaxed her eyebrows and pointed at her bulging belly with her hand: "It moved."
At the sound of her words, Shi Yu's eyes narrowed, "It moved?"
As he spoke, his large hand gently covered her abdomen, his actions a mix of tenderness and dominance.
Seeing him like this, Shen Cheng suddenly thought of something.
"What if we have two sons?"
The question was a bit abrupt.
Shi Yu paused his movements, cocked his head to give her a sidelong glance, and spoke coldly: "What about it?"
"How will they sleep?"
"They'll sleep just as they should."
