"Okay." She was pulled into his arms as he teased, "Qian Qian, I've noticed you haven't been paying much attention to your appearance lately, have you?"
Xia Qingqian knew exactly what he meant and replied, "I just occasionally don't wear them. With my belly so big now, it's not noticeable. If I throw on a jacket, you can't tell."
"I thought you were doing it on purpose..." Beitang Yao said with a meaningful tone, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you talking about?" Xia Qingqian's ears flushed red, her face buried in his chest, she didn't dare to lift her head.
"I'll have some bras custom-made for you. What type do you like?" Beitang Yao pinched her rosy cheek with a mischievous smile.
"No need, you've already bought plenty. There are still many new ones in the closet that I haven't worn." How could he say such things in front of her? Does he not feel embarrassed...
