Ning Xie twitched the corner of his mouth, his gaze still lingering on Leng Tong's lower abdomen.
What Ning Xie showed Leng Tong was his abs, but what Leng Tong showed him... was something entirely different.
Originally, because of her martial arts training, Leng Tong had well-defined ab lines, but now that she was pregnant—four months along—her belly had started to round, and her abdominal muscles had softened.
She liked wearing black, finding it convenient for action. But at this moment, under the contrast of her black attire, her fair skin appeared almost translucent.
Even though Leng Tong was so oblivious to romantic subtleties, Ning Xie couldn't help but swallow hard.
He stepped forward, approaching Leng Tong, and reached out his hand.
Leng Tong froze, retreating a step. "You... what are you doing?"
Her voice faltered slightly, tinged with nervousness.
