Yan Ye: "..."
The next day, Yan Ye woke up because Lian Xinying was holding his hand.
"Yan Ye, our daughter is moving! She's kicking me!" Lian Xinying was woken up by the little one in her belly kicking.
After being woken up by the kicks, she immediately pulled Yan Ye's hand to her belly for him to feel it.
Yan Ye quickly became alert and pressed his half face against Lian Xinying's belly to feel the baby move.
"Wife, do you think our daughter will look like Xiaocheng?" Yan Ye was entirely under the covers, and his voice was rather quiet.
But Lian Xinying clearly heard him say 'wife'.
He naturally uttered those words, and a warm current flowed through Lian Xinying's heart.
"Definitely cuter than Xiaocheng! I'll make her beautiful princess dresses and braid her hair!" Lian Xinying fantasized about a wonderful tomorrow.
Hearing her words, Yan Ye lay on Lian Xinying's belly, not wanting to get up.
Although he didn't want to leave the bed, Yan Ye had to go to work.
