Gu Shaocheng reached out, caressing her beautiful hair, and smiled lightly: "What a pity..."
She looked at him puzzled: "What a pity?"
"It's a pity I can't pick you up. With my temper, I'd pick you up now and find a place with no one around, or lay you on the bed and love you fiercely." He smiled mischievously.
If it were the Chenxing of the past, she would surely reach out, giving his waist a not-too-hard twist to cover her shyness.
But at this moment, she didn't.
Instead, she mysteriously whispered in his ear: "How about I push you, and we find a quieter place?"
Gu Shaocheng laughed heartily: "I can't bring myself to do that to a pregnant woman."
He held her hand, a faint scent of barbecue wafted to his nose, and as he turned his head, he noticed Little Jiajia with grilled meat in both hands, munching away noisily, so he couldn't help telling Chenxing to look: "Look at this little one, sneaking bites all by himself."
"Jiajia, come here!" He beckoned.
