His hands, in the future, will have to hold his daughter.
Gu Nanqiao closed her eyes and took a rest for a moment, then remembered something else, "Oh right, Mo Feng asked me to bring you something."
Huo Jingting raised his head in confusion, "Hmm? What is it?"
"Wait a moment."
She propped herself up from the bed by his leg, not getting off the bed, leaned over, and reached out for the bag she had just tossed onto the sofa.
As she bent over, suddenly a pair of warm hands appeared around her waist.
Then, the man's slightly irritated voice came from above her, "You are more than four months pregnant and still do not know to be careful. What if you fall off the bed?"
As soon as he said that, he strongly pulled her back onto the bed.
Gu Nanqiao turned to meet his worried and tense gaze, finally realizing that her actions were indeed quite dangerous.
