When Wanyan Jingchen returned, Xiang Yun was lying on the couch in a sprawled-out position, sleeping like a little pig.
Ever since her pregnancy, she had gained quite a bit of weight. Her round, plump face and her rounded belly made her look like a little pig, and when touched, her skin felt soft and tender—a delightful sensation.
Seeing her peacefully snoozing away, the man gave a faint smile, his large hand gently stroking her little head while softly calling out, "Xiang Yun, time to get up. Are you awake yet?"
No response!
Wanyan Jingchen bent down, his large hand supporting her little head, and affectionately pecked her lips. He continued to call her, "Little lazy pig, hurry and get up!"
Still no response.
But as the meticulous deputy leader of the Ci Yue Gang, he had already keenly noticed his little lazy pig's gradually reddening face.
The laughter in his eyes deepened.
"Still not awake?" he intentionally teased. "I'm going to kiss you!"
"Ah!"
