Li Yanan could hardly conceal his delight. His face was already exceptionally handsome, and now it was even more difficult for others to look away.
Just as he was about to return those things and say he didn't want them, the next second, Li Yanan's hand once again gently touched her flat belly.
As if afraid of harming it, he immediately moved his hand away, cautiously.
Lin Zhenxin's heart was suddenly touched by him.
Last night, Li Yanan didn't sleep at all.
From time to time, he would reach out his hand towards her.
Sometimes touching her face, sometimes her belly, he didn't rest the entire night.
When Lin Zhenxin woke up in the morning, the first thing she saw was him with a silly smile, burying his face in her neck.
Like a fool.
That was the only candid assessment she could give after seeing him.
Yet, she loved this fool immensely.
To speak a particularly corny phrase, since getting married, it was like a bridge slowly being built in their hearts.
