He slowly moved closer, his nose almost brushing against hers, their warm breaths mingling, and the atmosphere instantly became sticky and ambiguous.
They were about to kiss—
Su Qingzhi suddenly reached out and pushed him, her palm against his firm chest. The force wasn't strong, but it was firm enough: "No! I'm still pregnant! You can't do this now!"
Shen Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud. The low laughter made his chest tremble slightly. He raised his finger and gently stroked the tip of her small nose, his eyes full of slyness: "You were thinking about it just now, weren't you? Don't pretend, I can tell."
Her face darkened, and she immediately put on a stern expression, glaring at him as if she were angry: "No way! What nonsense are you talking about! Go to sleep! We have to get up early tomorrow!"
After saying that, she pulled back the corner of the blanket and tried to crawl into bed, as if she wanted to hide herself and avoid this embarrassing and heart-pounding confrontation.
He wouldn't let her escape, pulling her into his arms from behind, his strong yet gentle arms encircling her slender waist, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder, his breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe.
He kissed her cheek, his voice low and magnetic, like a night breeze rippled across water: "I just want to kiss you... Is that too much to ask?"
He paused, then said in a low voice, "This time, we didn't even have a quiet place to talk. There were people as soon as we stepped out, and something came up as soon as we sat down. It was difficult to even get a proper look at you."
He knew that she was easily embarrassed and couldn't stand such intimate words.
If I don't say something nice and coax her, she might really turn her back on me and ignore me completely tomorrow.
"But aren't we together every day?"
She struggled slightly, her tone helpless, as if trying to convince herself, or perhaps reminding him of reality.
"That was around that time!"
His voice was filled with grievance, as if he had been wronged terribly, "You won't let me hug you! You frown as soon as I touch you, saying that my wound hasn't healed and you're afraid I'll aggravate my old injury and it will hurt!"
Her lips twitched, and she turned to glare at him: "You have the nerve to say that? You're still injured, do you think I'd let you do whatever you want? If it really hurts, you'll be the one who suffers!"
He curled his lips into a smile, a sly glint in his eyes, and leaned close to her ear, whispering in a voice only they could hear: "And now? The injury is long healed, the medication has stopped, and the doctor said I can ride a horse again... Besides, there's no one else in the house, the door is closed, and the lights are off..."
"It's cold outside, put on a coat."
She finally whispered a reminder, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the corner of the blanket.
"good."
He nodded, his voice gentle, but his gaze seemed glued to her, unable to look away, as if one more glance would etch her image into his very bones.
Su Qingzhi glanced down and saw that her clothes were half open. Her face instantly turned red, like the sunset glow after being exposed to the sun. She felt like she was burning up: "You pervert!"
She scolded him in a low voice, but couldn't hide the coquettishness in her tone.
Shen Zhiyu was both amused and exasperated, and reached out to pinch her nose.
His tone was frank, yet a faint smile played at the corners of his eyes and brows.
she:"……"
Speechless for a moment, she glared at him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of shame and anger.
She quickly gathered her clothes together, her fingers trembling slightly. She rolled over and lay down in bed, wrapping herself up tightly, like a small animal afraid of being caught, not even letting a single finger show.
Seeing her huddled up like she was guarding against a thief, Shen Zhiyu was both angry and amused. His chest heaved, but he ultimately said nothing more.
But he also knew that he had just been pulled back from the brink of death and was extremely weak, so he couldn't do anything reckless.
If anything went wrong again, he was afraid he really wouldn't be able to hold on—not just for his life, but also for hers. He took a deep breath and finally lay back down beside her, moving gently so as not to disturb her.
But the little woman was already fast asleep, her breathing even and gentle, with a faint smile on her lips.
He paused, his gaze lingering on her face, as if trying to etch her features into the depths of his memory.
Finally, he leaned down and kissed her forehead again, the movement as light as a snowflake falling on her brow.
She's exhausted these days.
I took care of him, fed him medicine, bathed him, and woke up several times during the night.
She was pregnant, her belly slightly protruding, yet she insisted on staying by his bedside, feeding him medicine spoonful by spoonful, her fingertips icy cold but never backing down.
She's still pregnant...
Thinking of this, his heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles, so much so that he could hardly breathe.
This was the first time he felt such regret—he had been too willful before, only thinking of himself and never considering her and the child.
He used to only care about his own emotions and gains and losses, and never knew the meaning of the word "responsibility".
In every argument, he was always the first to turn and leave; in every difficulty, he chose to escape.
He thought it was freedom, but now he realizes it was just a selfish excuse.
He disappointed her time and time again, and missed countless moments in his child's growth.
Those nights that should have been spent together, those roads that should have been walked hand in hand, were all easily squandered by him.
He gazed at her sleeping face and smiled softly in the darkness.
Her eyebrows and eyes appeared exceptionally soft in the dim light, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were having a sweet dream.
His heart felt as if it had been gently struck, a bittersweet feeling mixed with warmth.
My breathing gradually became shallower, and my consciousness slowly sank into a dream.
In his dream, he saw himself holding a child, running in the sunlight; she stood not far away, smiling and waving.
The scene was so clear, yet so distant.
He knew that it couldn't just be a dream.
...
The next morning, Su Yueyue was dragged to work.
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