Shen Zhizhi blinked lightly and put them down dejectedly, "Forget it, if the baby doesn't like it, then don't take it."

Miss Fox looked listless, her two bright and brilliant eyes were dull, lifeless and without interest.

Her hair was disheveled on her forehead, her swan neck was hunched, and she looked like an eggplant hit by frost.

Sickly.

He looks even worse than this patient.

Yan Yuan bit his lips harder, as if he had said something wrong.

My sister was so sad and upset all of a sudden.

My sister conjured up so many things, but he said he didn't like any of them. My sister must have felt sad and wronged.

Yan Yuan stood up straight, buried himself in Shen Zhizhi's arms, and rubbed her neck like a puppy.

"Sister, I like it."

"I like everything my sister makes."

The cool breath filled Shen Zhizhi's heart.

My heart is filled with warmth.

She put those things away and said, "We'll practice later. Baby, take good care of your body. Only when you have the strength will it be suitable for you to do those things."

Hair entangled, breath entangled.

Shen Zhizhi lowered her head and kissed Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan tilted his head back, and after the kiss ended, he panted and said, "I can do it."

He shyly called out "Sister".

Shen Zhizhi was tempted, but she didn't agree. She loved her wife and didn't want her to suffer.

"We'll talk about it later."

She kissed him again, kissing him until his eyes were dull and his neck was an alluring pink.

"Good girl, call me husband."

Yan Yuan's long hair was scattered, the snow-white color was strange.

His long eyelashes fluttered like snowflakes, trembling slowly. He raised the corners of his lips and said softly:

"husband."