Bo Jinyu gazed at the black hair atop her head, the soft strands gently cascading down both sides, as if landing right on the tip of his heart.
He reached out his hand, gently stroking the supple strands of hair, his eyes tender and soft, exuding a glow that could intoxicate a person's soul.
"Later, have Steward Zhang buy a few new pairs of shoes. Get them two sizes bigger so I can slip them off myself even while standing up."
"No way. Shoes that don't fit properly make walking prone to accidents. It's fine, I'm still early into the pregnancy and can squat down for now. Once my belly rounds out, I'll let An take them off for you!" Ye Anran said with a smile.
Saying she's anxious—how come she feels like he's even more nervous than she is!
"Alright, I'll listen to whatever you say," Bo Jinyu replied.
When the two sat down, someone brought in tea sets and tea water.
