He Teng genuinely laughed this time. Do all women suffer from this affliction? Mention the word 'fat,' and they take it incredibly seriously? She was sleepy a moment ago, and now she's all serious?
"No, Bian Xiulin said your legs aren't fat, they're swollen. She was like that when she was pregnant too. No matter how heavy you are, I can carry you. It's just that this room is small, stuff everywhere; carrying you around isn't convenient. You're pregnant, what if you fall? You want to be carried, let's wait until the baby is born, then I'll carry you as much as you want." He Teng truly used the patience of consoling a child to coax his young wife.
"Liar, when the baby is born, you'll definitely be carrying the baby," He Zhilan muttered but got out of bed by herself, put on the slippers He Teng had placed by her feet earlier, and followed He Teng to the bathroom.
