"Don't spoil the baby." Si Mo chuckled, scolding her affectionately before shifting his gaze to her stomach, "But your mother's words also make sense. If you're too slow, you'll be left to fly solo."
Her stomach moved gently.
"The baby seems to agree with us. Continue reading." Xia Yiwan stroked her belly.
Si Mo continued to read.
In the quiet of the night, Xia Yiwan nestled close to Si Mo, the orange lamp casting a warm and loving light on them.
The next day was overcast, but Xia Yiwan was not bothered by the gloomy weather.
At around ten, Yan Xia called, saying they had arrived at the airport and were coming over for lunch.
Xia Yiwan immediately asked Sister Gui to prepare some dishes that Yan Xia liked.
By noon, Yan Xia and Yu Han arrived at Dijing Tiancheng.
"My goodness, I was away for just a month and your belly has already popped!" Yan Xia exclaimed, looking at Xia Yiwan's stomach.