He Zhilan, heavily pregnant, found it inconvenient to move. When she went in to freshen up, He Teng watched her the entire time. Even when she showered, he stubbornly refused to leave, insisting on waiting inside until He Zhilan had finished washing up. Only then would he escort her back to the room like a little eunuch helping the Empress Dowager. After He Zhilan lay down on the bed, he finally went to take his own shower.
The tender side of a tough guy, He Teng truly played it out to the fullest.
He Zhilan thought that if the baby in her belly were a daughter, she would surely be spoilt beyond measure by her father.
Nights at the army base were very quiet. With the window slightly open for ventilation, moonlight spilled over the table, creating a beautiful, serene atmosphere.
When He Teng emerged from the bathroom, He Zhilan was already tucked under the blanket, breathing steadily.
