Sun Dasheng let out a satisfied burp after having his fill.
He licked his lips contentedly and then gently nuzzled his head against Wu Xiaoli's ear. "As expected of a baby's rations, it's quite filling. Just a bit of a strong taste, though."
"Hmph!" Wu Xiaoli said discontentedly. "I give you some and you're already complaining. Keep it up, and you won't get any next time."
"Alright, alright, I misspoke. It's the most delicious delicacy in the world, okay?"
Pregnant women really need to be coaxed; their emotions can be so volatile.
Just one sentence was enough for her. She immediately beamed with joy, wrapping her arms around Sun Dasheng's neck. Her eyes sparkled with desire as she said, "You're full now, but I'm still hungry."
"Hahaha... Okay, okay, I'll make sure you're fed." Sun Dasheng gently turned her around, letting her lie on the couch.
This position was the safest, according to the doctor.
