"Besides, you've already married me, what's wrong with washing some clothes?" Yun Jin tested whether he was really only responsive to gentle persuasion. "My dear husband, you've worked so hard. After I give birth, I'll wash your clothes too!"
He Tingchuan looked at her big belly, then at her blinking, bright eyes, and sweet smile, and he didn't know how to refuse: "You're not allowed to say 'like' or 'dislike' in the future."
"Okay!" As long as you do the laundry, anything is fine with me!
Do you think I want to say this? It's just that men love to hear it. In the book, isn't it Feng Qianqian who most likes to tell you she likes you?
Tsk tsk tsk, if she can do it, why can't I?
It has to work out, whether it's impossible or not. As long as I'm here, you can forget about following the plot with Feng Qianqian.
Hmph, I saw right through you, you repressed pervert!
He Tingchuan was unaware that he had already been labeled as a repressed and brooding man in Yun Jin's heart. He looked at the person who was rubbing her waist as she went to lie down on the bed. Knowing that she was having a hard time during her pregnancy, he thought it would be alright for him to do a little more housework for the sake of the child.
He Tingchuan glanced at the clothes, pants, socks, and the bag of underwear he had brought back, as if he had been burned. His ears burned again. He took a deep breath, rubbed them with his big hands, stuffed them into the basin, grabbed a bar of soap, and went out expressionlessly.
I locked the door behind me so she wouldn't be caught sleeping and no one would know if they broke in.
As he was leaving, Yun Jin craned her neck to look at the bag of things he had bought. Apart from the diaper fabric, he had taken everything else.
Including her floral pattern and bitter tea words.
That's right, at this time, many of the characters for "bitter tea" were solid colors, and there weren't many with small floral patterns, which many people thought was frivolous.
Therefore, small floral prints are not selling very well.
Yun Jin is different; she likes small floral prints and lace. Whether they're respectable or not is unknown, but she likes them and is happy to wear them.
Knowing that He Tingchuan would respond better to gentle persuasion than force, Yun Jin grinned and patted her throbbing belly, which was kicking and punching: "Baby, don't worry, with me here, I'll make sure you're born safely!"
The little guy seemed to understand, and the noise from his punches and kicks lessened considerably.
This is a child who cares about others!
We must give birth!
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