Is she crying?
Nan Mufeng frowned, turned on the small night lamp, and sat up, calling softly, "Wife?"
Jian Xi didn't respond, still quietly sobbing.
Who bullied her?
Nan Mufeng got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. One large hand naturally rested on her belly. Her abdomen had already started to swell; their Little Watermelon lived there.
"Wife, what's wrong?" Nan Mufeng asked softly.
"I can't sleep." Jian Xi pouted, full of unspoken grievances.
Nan Mufeng chuckled silently, "Do you want some love?"
It was all his fault, coming back only to rest himself, forgetting to sleep well with his wife. Counting with his fingers, hadn't it been a month since they last did?
Jian Xi was startled, then quickly shook her head, "No."
"Then what is it?" Nan Mufeng was confused.
Jian Xi turned around and threw herself into his chest.
