Gu Xiaozhan, although his emotions fluctuated little, always felt compassion for her difficult pregnancy.
Even when he already had a reaction, he was willing to continue massaging her.
No matter how many memories he had forgotten, this woman pregnant with three children had always stayed by his side, never leaving.
"Okay." He once again massaged her other calf.
Mu Anhan felt this man was like a virtuous monk with deep wisdom!
He could maintain a calm heart, serene as a lake!
She felt a bit unconvinced.
Thus, she extended her other leg and stepped on his large hand.
Gu Xiaozhan stopped, turned his head to look at her, and although he didn't speak, he used his eyes to ask her, what's up?
Mu Anhan didn't speak either, just pouted her small lips, as if not understanding his meaning.
Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was somewhat different.
She hummed defiantly.
Gu Xiaozhan bowed his head, continuing to massage her.
