The oil lamp on the windowsill suddenly burst into a flame with a faint "pssst" sound.
Hua Xiaomai couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
"Who else should I kick if not you?" she said, curving her mouth, "Who let you drink yourself into a stupor, making trouble in the middle of the night? You see, this child is sensible, very understanding. Still in the belly, he already knows to take revenge for his mom!"
Meng Yuhuai didn't immediately respond to her.
Of course, he was well aware that in a few months, their first child would arrive, but it wasn't until that moment, having solidly felt that kick on his face, that he truly realized he was about to become a father.
