Han Qiao tapped Heng Yi's forehead, "You silly boy."
How drunk was he? He looked really happy.
She suddenly felt lazy.
Heng Yi reached out and gently touched Han Qiao's belly.
He couldn't find anything in the thick cotton jacket.
However, he was very serious and careful.
His pious look made Han Qiao want to cry.
She hugged Heng Yi from behind.
Heng Yi put his ear on her belly.
"Did you hear anything?"
"Your stomach is growling. Are you hungry?"
Han Qiao laughed, "Idiot, that's the sound of intestines squirming."
"Is that so? Let me hear it again."
Heng Yi listened for a while, then raised his head and said to Han Qiao, "I didn't know that the sound of intestines moving is so soothing."
Han Qiao was amused.
"I've heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but I've never seen someone as unreasonable as you."