Leaning against the bed, pulling her into his arms, Fu Nancheng looked at her and said softly, "What's wrong? Is the baby bothering you?"
Smelling the pleasant scent on him, Qiao Mo's gaze softened a bit, "No, it's just that something happened."
"Hmm?"
Qiao Mo's small hand grasped the collar of his shirt, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I won't tell you today, I'll tell you in a few days."
"Okay." He furrowed his brows but eventually responded.
Leaning over to encircle her beneath him, he gently kissed her lips, Fu Nancheng felt a bit restless, "Xiao Mo."
"Hmm?"
"It's going to be a long time... what should I do?" His voice was a bit husky.
Counting the days, it had almost been two months since he hadn't been able to touch her.
Originally, he didn't think he was someone with a strong desire, and he always thought his self-control was quite good, but ever since he tasted her, he fell apart.
Qiao Mo stretched her leg out of the blanket.
