"Just touch it and you'll know."
"How can you tell just by touching?" Jun Moyan chuckled softly, knowing Wen Xiao'ai was being playful again.
"Just give it a try." Wen Xiao'ai wriggled her body with emotion.
Jun Moyan, feeling helpless, reached out towards her belly, gently touching it through the thin blanket and fabric. Just as he intended to withdraw his hand, Wen Xiao'ai immediately grabbed it, pressing his large hand on her belly, not letting him leave.
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan voiced helplessly.
"Your hand is warm, help me warm my belly." Wen Xiao'ai cooed sweetly.
As she spoke, she freed a hand to lift the obstructing blanket and pulled up her nightgown, directly placing Jun Moyan's hand on her belly.
At the moment Jun Moyan's hand touched Wen Xiao'ai's skin, his heart skipped a beat, and the hand covering her belly instinctively clenched into a fist.
