Aside from the month when she found out she was pregnant, Wen Qinghe had a poor appetite, but she didn't experience any discomfort in the following months.

Every night, she was stripped naked by the man and put to bathe in the spring water.

The girl's fair and delicate skin was so nourished that it was smooth and radiant, and it felt even better to the touch than the finest silk.

Her entire body is covered in fine pores; even a light touch will leave a red mark.

Before pregnancy, the man would have been eager to get intimate, but now he kept his eyes fixed on her, focusing intently on making sure every inch of her skin was cared for by the spring water.

In the past, it was overused, but now it has been absent for several months in a row.

Wen Qinghe felt something was wrong no matter how she thought about it, and even though she tried to provoke him several times, the man didn't react at all.

This shocked her. Was it that the man had grown tired of her and couldn't feel anything for her anymore, or was there something wrong with the man's body?

When she hinted several times that it would be appropriate to have sex after three months to enhance their relationship, the man seemed not to understand and changed the subject.

Later, she simply asked directly.

"Ayan, do you think I'm not attractive anymore?"

The girl questioned in a sweet voice.

The man was focused on massaging her calves when she suddenly asked him a question, and he almost thought he had misheard.

He looked up at the girl in the bathtub. Her skin was as white as jade, and he had to restrain himself from touching her too roughly. She was such a delicate body that he couldn't bear to part with her and wished he could devour her at all times.

His little girl actually doubted her own attractiveness?

He took a deep breath, restraining himself from looking at the smooth, delicate skin in the water, and gently coaxed:

"Baby, don't think too much. I will always be fascinated by you. I'm just afraid of hurting you."

Wen Qinghe glanced at a certain spot and immediately accused, "You're lying!"

"You just don't have feelings for me anymore! I didn't even see ***..."

Yan Xiao closed his eyes and chuckled in exasperation: This little thing isn't shy at all now!

In the past, when two people were intimate, girls would avoid any topic related to it.

Now that he cherishes her, she's suddenly remembering how good he was?

The man lightly pecked the girl's pink lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Sweetie... I used medicine. This way I won't be controlled by it and I can take better care of you."

What he didn't say was that on the day he discovered the girl was pregnant, he asked about tubal ligation in the doctor's office.

The surgery was scheduled for the next day to permanently prevent this from happening again.

If he had known earlier that the birth control pills he was taking had risks, he would have gotten a tubal ligation immediately, and his wife wouldn't be in this situation now.

God knows, even if Wen Qinghe did nothing, just standing in front of him would make him feel something.

After recovering from the surgery, he contacted the doctor again and was prescribed medication that could not be taken.

That's why he was able to remain unmoved despite the girl's repeated advances.

But his indifference was only superficial; every time he bathed his wife, he would silently recite pregnancy care knowledge in his mind.

Of course, it wouldn't be as nonchalant as the young girl perceived it to be.

A look of surprise flashed across Wen Qinghe's eyes, followed by her chest heaving violently. She exclaimed angrily, "You...you don't take care of your body at all!"

"Did you ask my permission before you used any medication? What kind of medicine can you use indiscriminately? Don't you know that all medicines have some degree of toxicity? What if something bad happens to you?"

"Waaaaah... I'm going to tell Mommy, and Daddy the Commander, you're such a worry..."

As she spoke, Wen Qinghe couldn't stop the tears from falling from her eyes, large drops hitting the water's surface.

This man actually used drugs to control himself from touching her.

Even if she hadn't researched it, she had read many novels. What kind of drug could suddenly render a man impotent? Wasn't that practically toxic...?

Her happiness may seem insignificant, but it concerns a man's dignity.

This man has only just become a father, and he's already so heartless to himself. How will he ever be able to shoulder the responsibilities of a father?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she found the strength to push the man away, choking back tears as she said:

"Get out. I don't want to see you right now! You've gone too far! Waaah..."

Suddenly pushed to the ground by the little girl, Yan Xiao didn't care about the water stains on his clothes and pants. When he saw the little girl's tears, his heart ached terribly.

Not to mention hearing the little girl say, "Go away, I don't want to see you now."

He felt as if his heart had been subjected to eighteen cruel tortures, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe.

His large hands, gripping the edge of the bathtub, bulged and turned white from the force, but he still trembled as he got up and pulled the person into his arms.

The little girl angrily pounded his chest, her blows light and seemingly weak, yet they sent a sharp, persistent pain through his chest.

His lips trembled slightly as he carefully protected her from hurting herself. "Baby, don't cry, I was wrong..."

"That medication was prescribed by the doctor who did your prenatal checkups. It's practically harmless. If you don't believe me, you can ask him at your next checkup. Don't worry, baby, it won't affect my efforts to make you happy..."

The man explained in a dry voice.

Wen Qinghe opened her teary eyes in surprise, lifted her head from his embrace, and sobbed:

"Do I care about things affecting my happiness? I care about you... Don't avoid the important issues..."

Knowing that the girl wasn't so angry anymore and didn't really want to break up with him, Yan Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Quickly and sincerely apologize for your mistake:

"Yes, I know my baby cares about me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have made my baby worry about me."

The man's thin lips gently touched the girl's eyelids, kissing away each slightly salty tear. His voice was slightly hoarse: "Sweetie, don't cry, okay? What if you hurt yourself from getting upset..."

After learning that it would not harm the man's body, Wen Qinghe's anger subsided considerably, but she was still unable to control her emotions at the moment.

She said tearfully, "Waaah... I don't want to cry... but... I can't control it... what should I do? My tears just won't listen to me..."

While Yan Xiao found it amusing, his heart ached as if it were about to break.

"Sweetie, don't be afraid. Take a deep breath. Let me help you distract yourself, okay..."

Wen Qinghe's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and her brain was no longer able to think. She could only go along with what he said.

She obediently nodded, her body responding exceptionally well.

She was told to turn to the side, to hold onto the handrails, and to lift her legs—she was incredibly obedient, but she overlooked the fact that she was still in the bathtub.

Yan Xiao's heart softened completely. Every time he faced such a well-behaved little girl, his love for her was refreshed and reached a new peak.

Love gently caresses.

Small tokens of love.

Love is blossoming.

Love knows no bounds.

Love never stops.

Love surged forth.

Their love grew stronger.

…

The days may be long, the wind may die down, but love will never cease.