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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
Qu Zhenzhen, who had been receiving special attention from Lu Changsheng, ran to him and said, "Husband, I think I am pregnant!"
"Pregnant? Let me see?"
Lu Changsheng, hearing this, was overjoyed and placed his head against Qu Zhenzhen's belly.
Of course, at this time, there were no fetal movements yet.
But as a cultivator, Lu Changsheng could faintly sense the new life being nurtured within her stomach.
"Good, good, good, indeed you are pregnant. Come here, Zhenzhen, let your husband give you a kiss."
Seeing that Qu Zhenzhen was pregnant, Lu Changsheng's mood soared. He caressed his delicate wife's cheek and kissed her tender lips fiercely.
In the courtyard, there were other sisters present. They couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle at the scene, leaving Qu Zhenzhen blushing.