Lu Jihan nodded, wiped his hair with a dry towel, and walked to Song Yinyin.
He sat by Song Yinyin's side, wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, and said, "How do you feel today?"
She thought he was concerned about the baby in her belly, worried she might start experiencing morning sickness.
Song Yinyin responded with a hum, shook her head, and said, "Still okay, no special reactions. I feel like this time it should be a daughter. I heard that if it's a girl, morning sickness won't be too severe."
Lu Jihan chuckled and made his words clear.
"I was asking how you felt about this morning's special service?"
Song Yinyin's face flushed red instantly: "First thing in the morning, how can you be so shameless and unserious, annoying!"
She spat out a scolding, face red, got up, and bashfully went to the bathroom.
Lu Jihan knew she was shy and thin-skinned, so he laughed lowly, feeling very pleased, and walked to the wardrobe to pick out clothes.
