Suddenly lifted off the ground, Ling Chuxia instinctively wrapped her arms around Shi Che's neck. Before she could say anything, Shi Che had already taken a few steps to the bedside, placing her directly onto the soft bedding. Then his tall body leaned over her, although he tilted slightly to avoid Ling Chuxia's stomach.
Before he pressed down, Ling Chuxia hurriedly pushed against his chest, her wide eyes glaring, "Shi Che, don't be reckless, be careful of our son."
The corners of Shi Che's lips curled into a mischievous smile, his deep voice whispering in her ear, "It's already been three months."
As he spoke, his large hand caressed her smooth, delicate skin. Ever since she had an appetite to eat again, she had gained a bit of weight, making her feel even better to the touch.
