Chen Wanru found that scene so beautiful, it made her a bit jealous, and she quietly planned to leave.
Chen Wanru's steps were somewhat flustered; accidentally she kicked the flowerpot at her feet, which collided with the wall, making a crisp sound of porcelain clashing, startling the serene and cozy scene.
Ling Momo turned her head. Because she was pregnant, her bare face was charming, even cleaner and purer than when she wore light makeup. Her skin was very good, milk-white, and the slight frown on her brow instantly smoothed out when she saw Chen Wanru. She hurriedly jumped out of Li Qingshen's arms. Li Qingshen nervously extended his hand, carefully encircling her waist, and only when Ling Momo stood safely did he lazily sit back on the chair, his eyes still deeply locked on Ling Momo, never glancing once at Chen Wanru.
Ling Momo smiled warmly, intimately, "Sister Wanru?"
