The winter sky was harsh with cold winds running rampant, and the urgent ringing of a phone broke the silence of the room. Qi Zeyan realized it was his phone ringing, and he instinctively reached out to grab it...
Unexpectedly, he touched something soft and warm!
What the heck is this?
His head was foggy, and he instinctively squeezed it twice, suddenly realizing what it was...
He was so startled, his pupils trembled, and he almost jumped out of bed. When he turned his head, he found Ruan Daqiang sleeping next to him, and his hand was on Ruan's belly.
Ruan was staring at him with wide-open eyes, "Still touching?"
That gaze looked as if it wanted to devour him.
Waking up early, already so angry?
"Sorry, Uncle, I... I just need to take a call!" He searched around frantically and finally found his phone stuck between the bed and the bedside table; it was Xiaozhu calling.
