After the joy, lying on the bed, snuggling against each other, Wen Nuan's face was stained with unmistakable happiness, sweet and captivating.
"Nuannuan."
Leng Yan gently called her, teasing her hair.
"Hmm?" Wen Nuan responded, her eyes flowing with tender affection, her gaze sweeping over her belly either intentionally or unintentionally, and she smiled along: "Yan, are you thinking about the baby? Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"
She thought, this is a question every couple asks during pregnancy. Although it lacks novelty, feeling happy is a kind of ordinary happiness that seems mundane but is actually beautiful.
"I like both, what about you?" Without a second thought, Leng Yan replied, then asked her back. His fingers began to comb through her hair, the silky feeling brushing against his arm, tickling yet reluctant to brush it off.
