After dinner, Yu Jingrong sat on the sofa watching TV, and as soon as Li Chengyun sat down beside her, she leaned against him, her lips curling into a tender, sweet smile.
Li Chengyun stroked her hair slowly, then placed his hand on her shoulder, cheerfully suggesting, "We've just eaten, how about going out for a walk? Maybe we can browse the supermarket in the Residential Area and pick some baby stuff."
Unable to hold back, Yu Jingrong chuckled and said, "Li Chengyun, there's no rush, it's only been a little over a month, it's still early. Plus, you already stocked up a load last time during the pregnancy, if we buy more now, wouldn't it be a waste?"
Li Chengyun, serious-faced, corrected her: "It's not a waste at all, how could buying things for our child ever be wasteful? Don't say that about my son!"
Yu Jingrong laughed merrily, "You already know it's a son? What if it's a daughter?"
