That evening, when Zhou Mochen returned, Xu Su was already drowsy. She had wanted to tell him about the embarrassing incident from the afternoon, but she just couldn't muster the energy.
Seeing her so sleepy, Zhou Mochen, who hadn't seen her all day, didn't have the heart to disturb her. He dismissed certain thoughts, scooped her into his arms, gave her a light kiss, and prepared to sleep.
But Xu Su, catching his familiar scent, became a little more awake. She took his hand and placed it on her lower stomach, murmuring for him to warm her up...
Zhou Mochen understood instantly. He covered her slightly cool stomach with his palm and gently pecked her forehead. He quickly did the math in his head. "It's four days late. Are you having cramps? Should I ask Sister Liu to make you some ginger brown sugar tea?"
