"The stomach is so smooth," Haoran muttered in his head.
"I can't wait to meet you," he introduced himself in his mind, as if the baby could hear him.
"Zixuan," Haoran called, noticing there was no movement from him.
Zixuan cleaned his eyes, trying to erase any sign of tears.
"Mmm."
"I noticed you were quiet."
"I'm engrossed in the film."
"Okay," Haoran said. He wanted to add that there was nothing showing on the TV since no film was selected, but decided to keep quiet.
Zixuan raised his head; he had also noticed. But since Haoran didn't comment about it, then there was no need for explanation.
"Zixuan."
"What again?" Zixuan answered, a little annoyed by the calling of his name.
"Look at me."
Zixuan turned to glare at him fiercely.He had cleaned any signs of crying, so there was no need to cover it up.
"What?"
"Were you crying?" Haoran asked the instant he spotted the redness in his eyes and the dried tears.
"How the hell did he know?" Zixuan cursed inwardly.
"No."
