"Be careful." Wu Heng protected her slightly rounded belly.
Brittany chuckled lightly, poking at his tense muscles with her fingertips, "Not that fragile."
The neckline of the robe slipped with the movement, revealing a strip of snow-white collarbone.
The two nestled together, chatting idly about the current situation on Gold and Silver Island. When the topic turned to Wen Mansha, Brittany's ears suddenly blushed crimson.
After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly broke free from the embrace and knelt up, her slender fingers lightly hooking, causing the silk nightgown to slide off her shoulder like flowing water.
"What's wrong?" Before Wu Heng finished speaking, Brittany leaned down and placed a warm kiss on his lower abdomen.
When Wu Heng's palm caressed the top of her head, "Don't force yourself."
"Sister Wen Mansha said..." Brittany looked up, her eyes misty with tears, "That's how she helped you when she was pregnant."
