He said he wasn't nervous, but his spirit was still tense. He stretched out his hand, carefully placed it on her lower abdomen, and then concentrated on the feeling.
Seeing this, Xiahou Xiyue couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"
Duanmu Xiu smiled slightly: "Say hello to the baby."
"You've had it. Don't tell me I'm just guessing now. Even if it does happen, there won't be any movement." How many months had he thought she was pregnant?
