"Auntie is here?" Chu Lingfeng came over with brown sugar water. "How do you know?" Shen Qingyuan asked, holding his stomach. "The day should be coming soon." He handed me the brown sugar water, rubbed his big hands to warm them, gently placed them on my lower abdomen, and slowly started rubbing them: "Hehe." "What are you laughing at?" He came closer, getting closer and closer. Qingyuan quickly tapped his lips and wanted to escape, but he grabbed him. "Little one, don't run away."
Idea: There is no overbearing president in reality, so create one yourself!