In broad daylight and at home, Fang Pingying noticed the door wasn't properly closed, luckily nobody was in the house at that moment.
Her cheeks flushed red as she grabbed Luo Zhiyong's hand, whispering, "What are you doing? Mom and dad will be back any minute now."
"My wife, I've missed you." Luo Zhiyong hugged Fang Pingying, murmuring in her ear, "Think about how long it's been since we've done that."
Fang Pingying pushed him lightly, chiding, "Have you forgotten what the doctor said?"
"Hasn't it been almost three months? It should be fine now." Luo Zhiyong had counted the days and thought it was about time, whispering, "I'll be gentle."
Fang Pingying was worried and didn't comply, pushing him away firmly, "We haven't been to the hospital for a check-up recently, we still don't know if the fetus is stable."
