"Jun Moyan~"
Wen Xiao'ai shook Jun Moyan's sleeve with her hand, blinking her large eyes at him.
In the past, whenever she acted cute, Jun Moyan would relent; this trick never failed. But when it concerned her and the child's safety, it was clearly ineffective this time.
Jun Moyan pressed his lips together silently, looking at Wen Xiao'ai with a soft gaze, telling her with a hint of helplessness: No, you can't.
"Little Princess, your man is right. You're pregnant, and it's indeed inconvenient to interact with too many people. Just bear with it a little longer; once the baby is born, you can have them stay as long as you want," Feng Liyan poured a cup of warm water for Wen Xiao'ai to soothe her throat.
Her mouth had been chattering nonstop for over an hour.
"Can't they move in now?" Wen Xiao'ai felt a little disappointed but knew they meant well for her.
But she's been feeling suffocated for the past half year.
