Chenxing looked at her with a teasing smile and pushed Huanhuan gently, making Huanhuan bury her face in the pillow and burst into laughter.
Laughing, she suddenly lifted her head and asked, "Chenxing, aren't you self-conscious?"
"Hmm?" What do you mean?
Her gaze lowered to Chenxing's abdomen, "It's just that after having kids, I became really self-conscious."
"Why?"
"There are lots of stretch marks on my stomach and inner thighs, do you even have to ask? Even though I tried to prevent them, stretch marks were unavoidable, and my body got really out of shape. I don't dare let Baihao see my body now; I'm afraid he'd be heartbroken by my ugly body and stop loving me. I'm scared he won't love me in the future. Aren't men all visual creatures? I don't even want to look at my own body now."
Talking about this, Chenxing seemed particularly proud, "Huanhuan, let me tell you, I don't have a single stretch mark, not at all."
"How is that possible?" Huanhuan didn't believe her.
