Li Chengyun pinched her nose, "I'll go with you!"
"No need," Yu Jingrong pursed her lips, her face showing a hint of gloom, "I know you don't really like it. Gu Sheng can accompany me instead."
"Anywhere you are, I like!" Li Chengyun hugged her waist from behind, and at this moment, he noticed that Yu Jingrong's waist had indeed gotten a bit plumper—previously just an easy grip, but now it felt even more comfortable to hold.
"Did you smear honey on your lips?" Yu Jingrong tilted her head to look at him.
"Try and see." Li Chengyun leaned his thin lips forward and teased, "See if it's sweet. If it's sweet, then it's honey; if not, then no honey smeared..."
As he spoke in an ambiguous tone, his hand slid inside her clothes. Yu Jingrong froze for a moment, swiftly realizing what was happening, and yanked her hand away from his grasp with force: "Beast! Show some respect to a pregnant woman!"
