[Yang Xing: You guys wait in the city for half a day. I'll combine the clues and try to piece things together as quickly as possible!]

[Xiao He: How about we head to the main temple first?]

Yang Xing: Don't go yet. To be on the safe side, let me investigate further.

[Xiao He: You've been too busy lately.]

Yang Xing: It's not a big problem!

[Xiao He: Then we'll stay at the temple for the night and wait for your news.]

Yang Xing: You guys should take this opportunity to rest too. I'm worried there might be a fierce battle over there.

[Xiao He: It's not a big problem]

After closing the chat window, the two casually chose a clean room to sit down.

All the furniture here is simple and lacks any stylistic variation, but without exception, they are all engraved with patterns from the Temple of the Living God.

"This is a room for several girls, right?"

Xiao He looked at the dressing table not far away, where there were several different combs, but their owners were no longer there.

Wang Xuefeng opened the window by the bed, and a cool breeze blew into the room, dispelling the smell of dust.

"I'll change the blanket, so you can get a good night's sleep," he said.

Xiao He nodded, not deliberately trying to be strong.

Even though his belly wasn't affecting his movements too much yet, Xiao He would do whatever Wang Xuefeng said so as not to worry him.

"I'll go to the kitchen and get something to eat, so you can eat when you wake up," Wang Xuefeng said with a smile.

"Hey, don't rush."

Xiao He immediately called out to him.

"What's wrong?" He paused.

"No need to prepare food, just stay here and keep me company." Xiao He chuckled.

“But we haven’t eaten anything all day…” Wang Xuefeng patted her head, like a grandmother urging her naughty grandson to eat.

"We still haven't finished those frozen dumplings you made last time," Xiao He advised. "We can eat some more dumplings after we wake up."

"That stuff has no nutritional value whatsoever."

"How could your cooking not be nutritious?"

As he spoke, Xiao He grabbed his hand and pulled him down.

"Sigh..." Wang Xuefeng smiled helplessly.

"Sweetie, I'm not used to that pillow." She made up a lame excuse, leaned contentedly against his arm, and gently closed her eyes.

Wang Xuefeng turned slightly to the side, using one hand to support her head and the other to stroke her protruding belly.

"This is what it feels like to be a father soon...!"

"simply……!"

"This is wonderful...!"

Wang Xuefeng's eyes welled up with tears, but he didn't make a sound for fear of disturbing her.

Soft light filtered through the curtains and spilled onto the foot of the bed.

Xiao He's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became even.

His gaze fell on her fair face, noticing the natural blush on her cheeks.

She never wears makeup, going out without a face every day and night.

The more this is the case, the more captivating her beauty becomes.

My gaze traveled from the bridge of his nose, to the tip, and then to his pale red lips…

Wang Xuefeng held back.

He was still afraid of waking her up.

A gentle breeze lifted a wisp of the curtain, revealing the perfectly grown red maple leaves outside the window.