Feng Fuce took Bai Zhi'er and spent the whole afternoon tasting all the delicacies in Pingjin City.
In the end, Bai Zhi'er was holding her lower back with one hand and covering her slightly bulging stomach with the other.
They strolled back to the inn along the lake, where the willows swayed gracefully.
Bai Zhi'er gently patted her chest.
Her red lips pouted as she grumbled softly, "I didn't control myself and ate too much again. It's so uncomfortable, boo hoo."
Feng Fuce chuckled indulgently at her words.
"There's a place ahead that sells hawthorn soup, I'll take you for a bowl later."
Bai Zhi'er nodded slowly, "I'm about to not be able to walk anymore."
"Then should I carry you?" Feng Fuce suggested, reaching out his hand towards her.
Bai Zhi'er dodged away, "No way, it's too embarrassing in public!"
At this moment, an aunt passing by with a mule saw them.
