Warm light enveloped Su Yanan's white gauze skirt, with tiny spots of light falling in the folds of the skirt. She was leaning on the sofa, her fingertips gently tracing circles along the curve of her pregnant belly.
When Jing Haoran walked in with the paper bag in hand, she raised her eyes and smiled softly at the end of her eyes: "Are you stocking up for us again?"
Her fingertips brushed against the pink velvet bib he handed her. The fluff was so soft that she curled her knuckles: "Sister Lin just gave me this sour plum this morning. She said it was to prevent vomiting. She also said that when this little dumpling falls, all the rattles in the office will be ready."
She lowered her head to her pregnant belly and tapped her belly lightly with her fingertips: "Listen - the baby just kicked me."
Her smile was immersed in the warm light, and even her drooping eyelashes were wrapped in soft sweetness.
