"Come on, let's go back to the room and rest." Di Mingzhe gently brushed her small face, then lifted her into his arms.
"Ah." Di Xiaxia struggled a bit, her face turning red with embarrassment, seeing all the guards in the main hall, along with the butler, servants, and a heap of people.
Big brother, you're teasing a pregnant woman; doesn't your conscience hurt?
"Put me down quickly." Di Xiaxia, blushing, buried her face in Di Mingzhe's neck and said, "I'm really heavy now."
"I like to challenge my limits." Di Mingzhe kissed her lips with a graceful smile.
Di Xiaxia: "..."
Di Mingzhe carried Di Xiaxia upstairs, instructing the kitchen to prepare some fruit; the butler immediately nodded respectfully and went to prepare fruit for Di Xiaxia.
Entering the room, Di Mingzhe placed Di Xiaxia by the bed, crouching down to gently remove her shoes and socks, looking at her slightly swollen feet and calves with some heartache.
"Does it hurt?" He gently massaged her.
