Ling Yichen sucked in Shi Niannian's honeyed lips like one would a jelly, soft, mushy, and sweet, as he eagerly explored the delights within.
Ling Yichen's breathing became rapid, his hand caressing her belly, began to slide upwards…
Ling Yichen's muscles tensed all over his body; he buried his head in the crook of her neck, taking large, gasping breaths.
Shi Niannian thought about what the sister who had called Xia Wu a jerk in the mall had said, that during a woman's pregnancy, it was the time when men were most likely to stray, probably because of unfulfilled desires.
Seeing Ling Yichen like this and knowing how uncomfortable he was holding back, Shi Niannian's small hand reached down.
Ling Yichen stiffened, he lifted his head, his voice husky, "Niannian…"
Shi Niannian's cheeks flushed, and she looked down, whispering, "I'll help you!"
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