Through the clothing, Qin Mei was touching his soon-to-be nephew and niece, babbling in excitement, "Can they move inside there? Do they know I am touching them? Have their names been decided yet? Can I have a chance to name them?"
Qin Anguo laughed and chided him from the side, "Just look at your pathetic self!"
Qin Mei ignored his father, not needing to look to know that the old man was watching him with eyes full of envy.
As he touched Qin Ruan's belly, his heart melted.
His actions were cautious and uneasy, enough to make Qin Ruan nervous even if she was calm.
She shifted her gaze, answering her brother's previous question with a teasing tone, "They're still small so they won't move much. They can't feel your touch. We haven't considered their names yet. If you can think of some good names, I don't mind giving you a chance to name them."