Seeing her aggrieved expression, Nan Yuling's face paused for a moment, and the word "good" almost slipped out.
Luckily, he reacted quickly and turned his gaze away, not looking at her eyes full of grievances.
A sense of helplessness flickered across his handsome face.
He was close to giving in to her again.
It was only after a moment that he brought the somewhat cooled chicken soup to her lips and whispered,
"Drink it, be good!"
Old man Xu had said that before giving birth, she needed to bolster her physical foundation even better.
That way, she wouldn't suffer too much when the baby came.
Looking at the serious expression on the man's face, Su Xingyue let out a resigned sigh and eventually lowered her head, parted her lips, and drank all the chicken soup from the bowl.
Only after the bowl was empty did Nan Yuling show a satisfied expression and placed the empty bowl on the coffee table.
"Tired?" He glanced at her belly, then pursed his lips and asked her.