"Then come out, stop nagging," Mo Ang urged.
Torn, An Ning glanced at the sleeping child, tucked the blanket around them, put on her coat, and quietly slipped out.
As she went downstairs, she happened to see Yu Feng getting up for water, and An Ning paused, shyly calling, "Dad..."
Yu Feng nodded knowingly and softly said, "Go on, go on, I'll look after the child!"
"Okay! Okay!" An Ning smiled gratefully and ran outside, assured.
The night was deep, a gentle breeze passing by, rustling the branches.
The night was also beautiful, filling those restless with anticipation.
An Ning jumped into the car, still panting as she sat down.
Mo Ang extinguished his cigarette, using the faint light to gaze at her delicate face, then lifted her chin. "Breathing so heavily... Don't deny it anymore, you're expecting me too."
