Li Chengyun said resentfully, "You're just taking care of their lives, not planning to take care of mine? The baby hasn't been born yet, and you're already being partial."
Yu Jingrong chuckled, "You're jealous of the baby."
"I don't like being jealous; I like eating you." Li Chengyun rubbed her cheek, his voice carrying a seductive allure.
Yu Jingrong found him a bit childish and burst into laughter: "Alright, alright, stop talking, hurry and take a bath, and put on some clothes. Even though there's heating at home, the weather is still cold. What if you catch a cold?"
"I'll go in a while, don't worry, your man is in good health, not easily caught by a cold." Li Chengyun rested his chin on her shoulder and continued, "In half a year, the baby will be here, and then we'll have our wedding."
"Whatever." Yu Jingrong rested her head on Li Chengyun's chest, her hand still on her belly.
