He whispered in her ear, "Yanyan, let's never separate again, okay? Nothing can separate us, right?"
Sheng Xiyan's face flushed, "Yes, Xuanlang and I will be together forever."
"Yanyan." His voice was hoarse. "Call me Lingling."
Sheng Xiyan was stunned. "Hey, didn't you tell me not to use this name last night? Why has it changed now?" She thought it was probably Xuan Ling's nickname, and he still cherished it, so she didn't take it seriously.
She was kissed again, this time with a salty taste. She was surprised to see moisture at the corners of his eyes. She reached out to touch them, but they were dry.
What puzzled Sheng Xiyan was that Xuan Ling became very methodical in his work, even when it came to meals. He ate very little and even said he had no appetite for several meals.
But he didn't seem to be as busy as before. He was either playing with her and Jiang Jiang, or reading memorials.
That night, in the steamy bathroom, Sheng Xiyan lay on the edge of the tub, drowsy.
Xuan Ling knelt behind her and scooped up warm water to slowly rinse her long hair.
Suddenly, a string of kisses landed on the back of her neck, startling Sheng Xiyan so much that she shrank back. "Stop it, we agreed to just wash my hair...Xuanlang, our three babies will be born in less than two months. Why haven't you picked any names yet? You said you had a few names in mind the other day. Tell me more?"
Xuan Ling's face darkened. "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it another day."
He didn't seem to care much about it anymore.
He kissed her softly and tightly, saying sweet words to her.
The way he served her seemed familiar, but it didn't have Xuan Ling's usual natural flow.
Sheng Xiyan was aroused and felt fresh, "Xuanlang, why do you like this method now? I'm a little shy."
He coaxed her, "Be good, call me Lingling."
It’s strange, why does Xuanlang like this name so much now, but dislike the name Xuanlang instead?
"No, no, you can't do this during the third trimester. Be careful not to touch the children."
Sheng Xiyan screamed and pinched him before pulling him away.
Both of them were panting.
Sheng Xiyan felt strange. Xuan Ling would never dare to do that action even if she felt extremely uncomfortable, for fear of hurting the child. Every time, she was the bolder one who insisted.
Why has Xuan Ling changed now?
In the misty water vapor, Xuan Ling's eyes were terribly strange - it was not the restrained lust she was familiar with, but a kind of almost desperate greed.
He suddenly carried her out of the bathtub and pressed her wetly into the quilt.
"Lingling..." Sheng Xiyan pressed against his chest in panic, "Child..."
"I know." Xuan Ling's eyes suddenly turned red, and he buried his face in her neck, unwilling to leave for a long time.
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