Chapter 729: Chapter 729
It’s hard to say whether it’s the pregnancy or her good mood, but this woman looks exceptionally charming and tempting today.
Nine months…
Thinking of this tiline, He Jingyao felt an impulsive urge to explode.
During the past four years, without her by his side, even though his yearning never ceased, he never physically suffered like this.
But now, when she was within arm’s reach, he frustratingly couldn’t touch her.
Zhixi watched his restrained eyes, feeling a mix of secret amusent and sympathy.
“Go ahead to work, I’ve handed Xiaobao over to you,” Zhixi said with a smile, shaking his hand. “I’ll be fine by myself.”
“Mhm,” he responded in a low voice, bending down to bite her lips, “Good night.”
“Good night,” Zhixi felt a surge of tenderness.
…
After He Jingyao left the room, he imdiately saw a small figure crouching at the door.
He scooped his son up from the floor: “What are you doing?”
Xiaobao let out a sound and hugged his neck, giggling, “I was watching you and mommy make a little sister.”
He Jingyao’s brow twitched, pinching his face: “Who told you these things, huh?”
“Uncle said it,” Xiaobao blinked, “Dad, how exactly do you make a little sister? Uncle said it’s all your doing.”
Pei Yuanchen?
He Jingyao ntally took serious note.
“Your little sister is already in your mommy’s belly, though right now she’s only as big as a peanut,” He Jingyao explained patiently, “When your mommy’s belly gets as big as a ball, your sister will co out to join you.”
Xiaobao scratched his head, seemingly confused.
“Let’s go, tonight Daddy will sleep with you,” he said, taking Xiaobao to the adjacent room.
“But, Dad, you still haven’t told how exactly you make a little sister.” Xiaobao was unusually shrewd today.
He Jingyao paused, rubbed his son’s head, and gave a faint smile: “Want to know? When you recognize a thousand characters, Daddy will tell you.”
Xiaobao imdiately rested his head on his shoulder, looking dejected.
…
Late at night.
He Jingyao lay in bed, exceptionally unable to sleep.
Xiaobao lay by his side, his little belly rising and falling, and the faint sound of his snoring brought He Jingyao an elusive sense of unreality.
This was his son, and another child was being nurtured inside Zhixi’s womb.
He patted the little guy’s belly, tucked him in properly, and finally couldn’t resist getting up, leaving the room, and opening the door next door.
In the center of the large bed was a raised curve.
He Jingyao walked over, lifted the quilt, and lay down beside her, pulling this woman into his embrace.
Zhixi uttered a few murmurings, automatically burrowing into his embrace, entwining her limbs tightly around him.
The soft fragrance enveloped all his senses, causing the cells in his body to awaken of their own accord.
He Jingyao held her, exhaling deeply.
He felt as if he was simply torturing himself…
Just at that mont, Zhixi suddenly woke up in a daze.
“Jingyao?” she mumbled, “What are you doing here?”
He paused, then chuckled lightly, “…You’re dreaming, Su Zixi, and I’m all over your dreams.”
“Hmm… I like this dream…” she replied hazily, instinctively hugging his neck, probably intending to kiss him, but unfortunately she missed her target, and ended up biting the man’s Adam’s apple.
A low and hard-to-bear moan escaped He Jingyao’s throat.
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