Li Qianrui snuggled into his arms, both reveling in the serene tenderness that followed their passionate encounter.
Zhou Jin looked down at her, his long fingers gently lifting her delicate chin, "You're already a mother, how come you still act like a little girl, huh?"
Remembering what had just happened, his throat rolled again.
Li Qianrui gave him a playful glare, and of course, he was not afraid—the baby was not in his belly.
How scared she was, fearing that their reckless actions might harm the baby.
"Let's take a shower," she pushed him a bit.
"Okay." Zhou Jin let go of her and got up.
Li Qianrui climbed out of the bed first, with hands and feet, and reached out to support him—there were no walking sticks or the like, "I'll help you to the bathroom."
Zhou Jin gave her a look but did not refuse. His strong arm secured her lustrous shoulder, using her strength to move forward.
Li Qianrui carefully supported him, afraid of making him fall.
