It was a comfort to her heart in the silent night.
Qin Shu nestled quietly in his embrace. The intimacy of the warmth and the refreshing scent that belonged only to him calmed her heart.
She could hear his strong heartbeats. Her heartbeat resonated with each of his beating hearts.
But when the Little Munchkin appeared in her mind, her calm heart began to storm again. She couldn't help trembling.
His hand never stopped stroking her cramp legs, hoping to ease her pain as he continued to hug her.
The two wooden plates still occupied Qin Shu's mind, but his gentleness dragged her into confusion. She couldn't understand his action for being so gentle and good to her when his love for the Little Munchkin, who was Ling Bao, was so deep.
Just because she looked like Ling Bao?
"Babe, have you been having cramps often this entire month?"
