Thinking of this, Song Yuli's cheeks flushed red again. She no longer had the courage to stare at Nangong Yu, so she lowered her head and stood quietly in place.

After Nangong Yu finished washing the ingredients, he saw Song Yuli standing silently a meter away from him, as if he had done something wrong.

He frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled, but then Nangong Yu dismissed that doubt.

Now is not the time to be confused; the most important thing now is Song Yuli's belly.

Thinking of this, he picked up the apron hanging to the side and said, "Come and help me tie this."

Hearing Nangong Yu's cold voice suddenly, Song Yuli was startled. Seeing Nangong Yu frowning at her, she pursed her lips and said apologetically, "Sorry, I was thinking about something else. What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

After hearing this, Nangong Yu had no choice but to repeat what he had just said.

"Come help me tie my apron, I can't reach it."

After hearing this, Song Yuli said "oh" and then walked over slowly to help Nangong Yu tie his belt.

The man's unique scent lingered in his nostrils, and Song Yuli's heart was in turmoil.

When tying the ribbon, Song Yuli's hand inevitably touched Nangong Yu, so she quickly withdrew her hand as if it were on fire.

"alright."

After saying those two words, she hurriedly ran out.

Nangong Yu frowned as he watched Song Yuli's flustered figure, a sense of worry rising in his heart.

With her being so impulsive, will her child survive to the day of birth?

In the living room, Song Yuli curled up on the sofa, rubbing her burning face and cursing herself for being so spineless.

They've already watched things more closely, so this is just an accidental bump, nothing serious.

Just then, the sound of a stove being started came from the kitchen. Song Yu hesitated for a moment, then quietly went over again.

She really wanted to see Nangong Yu cook with her own eyes.

At this moment, Nangong Yu held a spatula in one hand and a pot handle in the other, his expression focused.

People say that a man is most handsome when he is working hard and when he is pampering his wife.

But Song Yuli felt that Nangong Yu, who was cooking for her at this moment, was the most handsome.

Unable to resist, he took out his phone from his pocket, found the right angle, adjusted the lighting, and snapped a picture with a "click," capturing a perfect image on Song Yuli's phone.

Nangong Yu was an exceptionally sensitive person, and upon hearing the "click," he immediately turned around to look.

Song Yuli straightened up, gave him an embarrassed smile, hid his phone behind his back, and quietly left.

Seeing this, Nangong Yu smiled helplessly, his eyes filled with a doting affection that even he himself didn't realize.

In the living room, Song Yuli nestled on the sofa, staring intently at the photos on his phone.

In the photo, Nangong Yu is wearing a floral apron with large flowers, holding a spatula in one hand and a pot handle in the other. Although Song Yuli only captured Nangong Yu's profile, it is still clear that Nangong Yu is very focused.

The photo was taken against the light, so Nangong Yu in the photo appears less aloof and more gentle than usual.

With her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip, as if bewitched, Song Yuli opened WeChat, opened Moments, and edited a message: "Oh no, it's the feeling of being smitten!"

The accompanying picture is the one I just took in the kitchen, showing Nangong Yu cooking for her.

After everything was ready, just as Song Yuli was about to press the green "Publish" button, she suddenly snapped back to reality.