Hehe… I’ve finally got my chance.” Sneaking out of the room and glancing at the little rascal sleeping by the door, a triumphant smile spread across my face. Being pregnant feels like a punishment; I’m forced to eat tasteless nutritious food and restricted from going out. Even prisoners get more freedom than I do.
Today is the little rascal’s shift, and I know his thoughts are simple. I pestered him with stories all night, so he’s definitely asleep. I picked a snow-white flower, wishing for a daughter who could inherit my advantages and fulfill my dream of appreciating all the beautiful men in the world. If that were the case… wahaha!
“Xiaoai, how did you come out?” Just as I was enjoying my fantasy, Nangong Mo’s voice cut in. He carried me back inside, saying, “It’s so cold outside. What if you get sick?”
“I won’t… I’m in great health…” I caught his reproachful gaze and decided to be quiet. It’s strange; they say pregnant women’s tempers change easily, but I don’t feel different while my husbands do.
“Love, you snuck out again?” Xieying asked, seeing me in Nangong Mo’s arms.
“Hehe… hehe…” At times like this, I can only laugh foolishly.
Xieying is terrifying when angry, and I don’t want to experience that again.
“Yu Han, Yu Han…” Nangong Mo was about to wake the little rascal at the door.
“Mo, don’t call him. Let him sleep.” I made a concerned face, afraid the little rascal would cry when he woke up.
“Nangong big brother…” The little rascal opened his blurry eyes, then caught Xieying’s warning glance. Looking at me in Nangong Mo’s arms, he suddenly understood, “Xiaoai, you… you ran out again?”
“Han, I was just getting some fresh air. I’m back now. Don’t cry, your tears might affect the baby in my belly.”
“Really?” The naive little rascal held back his tears.
“Mm-hmm.” I quickly nodded and said to Nangong Mo, “Let’s go inside. It’s cold out here.” I was afraid of being lectured; I could handle it, but my baby couldn’t.
“Xiaoai!” A voice full of anger made me wail.
