"What's going on today? Why are you talking nonsense?"
Gently pulling her into his embrace, he tenderly smoothed the stray hairs from her forehead and playfully tapped her nose.
Yet, this intimate gesture warmed Xiao Zihan's heart, and she finally reached out, tugging her shirt upwards to reveal her pale belly.
With a bit of apprehension in her eyes, she looked at Lin Yi and whispered:
"But I've become so ugly now. Look here, so many wrinkles..."
Xiao Zihan's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible, and her face was full of grievance.
Seeing this, Lin Yi finally realized why Xiao Zihan was acting so unusually today.
It turned out that she was fretting about her stretch marks.
At that moment, her previously pale belly was crisscrossed with lines of wrinkles—the unmistakable mark of having a baby.
Seeing this, Lin Yi placed his hand over them, gently stroking those stretch marks with great affection, and softly said:
