"Hm? What's wrong?"
Yu An's voice was a little hoarse. She shifted uncomfortably, displeased that he had stopped.
"An'an," Mo Yan said, his voice trembling. "I think... I think we're having a Little Serpent zaizai."
Yu An was suddenly wide awake. Her hand fell to her lower abdomen as she asked in disbelief, "From that time in the stone room?"
'Not bad, a bullseye on the first try.'
"I'm very capable, you know," Mo Yan said, sensing the doubt in her tone. He nipped her lip in discontent. "Don't you dare question my abilities."
'I'm definitely not questioning him,' Yu An thought wryly. They had been tossing and turning so much that day, her throat had gone hoarse.
Just as she was about to push Mo Yan away, Yu An found him holding her even tighter.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled and tinged with a faint, choked sob. "An'an, thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
