"It's time for us to think of a name for the baby." Li Qianfan took out a dictionary and pushed it towards Jiang You, "As parents, let's each choose a word for him."
"I have already made my choice. For boys, Chen will be used, and for girls, Yue will be used." Li Qianfan's smile was gentle and scary.
Jiang then remembered the name of the child in the original work. Jiang Aifan was very careless. Even after he returned to the Li family and changed his surname, he still changed the name to Li Aijiang. He felt that Li Qianfan chose the name very carefully.
"Whether it's a boy or a girl, let's use stars." Jiang You's knuckled fingers landed on the dictionary without opening it, "Stars, stars and the moon are all suitable."
"Okay." Li Qianfan lowered his head, and his loosely tied hair fell from his ears, adding to his gentleness.
He touched his belly and talked to the fetus: "Did you hear that, baby? You have a name. It sounds so nice. Mom and dad gave it to you."
From that day on, Li Qianfan became even more eccentric, often holding the baby's clothes and gesticulating against his belly, and muttering in a gentle tone.
[Master Leng]: I almost thought I was on the wrong set.
[Master Leng]: Isn’t this a romance novel? Why does it feel like a supernatural novel? It scared me. Such a beautiful girl has something wrong with her brain. It’s a pity.
[Little Flower Meow]: Maybe you can regard her as a yandere? Wouldn’t that be better? There is a saying, Lili’s painting style is indeed a bit underworld.
[The door is too narrow]: The mood of pregnant women is generally controlled by progesterone, which is as changeable as the weather. Just get used to it.
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"Jiang You, please give me oil today." Li Qianfan came to Jiang You with a bottle of olive oil to prevent stretch marks.
Jiang looked at him in surprise again. He had wiped it himself before.
"The belly is too big, and there are some places that I can't reach with my hands." Li Qianfan was confident and did not feel that asking Jiang You to help was something to be ashamed of.
Since she doesn't take the initiative, let him take the initiative.
Jiang You always remembers that the bodies of the male and female protagonists will have to change back in the future, so he should do his best to avoid leaving stretch marks on his body.
"Okay." Jiang took another bottle of oil worth tens of thousands, pushed Li Qianfan's skirt above the belly and below the chest, poured the oil into the palms of his hands, rubbed them to heat, and applied them on his belly together with his palms.
With just a light touch, Li Qianfan was already trembling under Jiang You's palm, a seductive gasp escaped from his throat, and his slender fingers tightly grasped the sheets under him.
Jiang You's eyelids twitched fiercely: "..."
Why don't you just apply some oil? Those who didn't know thought she had done something to him.
Is he so sensitive? What did he dream about at night?
Jiang suddenly felt that his hands were unclean.
Jiang You couldn't help but freeze in his movements, implying in his heart that this is his own body, and he should endure it now for the sake of his beauty in the future.
After repeated brainwashing several times, I was able to continue.
Jiang You's technique was exquisite and gentle. He gently massaged the oil on the abdomen, buttocks, and legs until it was absorbed. Then he put the skirt down and washed his hands quickly.
Li Qianfan was moaning and groaning throughout the whole process. After the massage, he was sweating profusely. He lay there with wet hair and sweat on his forehead, looking like he was exhausted.
If the audience in the live broadcast room hadn't been watching the whole process and suddenly saw this scene, they would have thought that Jiang had dealt with him severely again.
[Jiaojiao]: Lili is so sexy.
[Pear Blossom Pressing Begonia]: No eyes to see [eyes as wide as bells]
[Edelweiss]: Well, I went out and took a look at the original work. I can’t say that the plot is completely irrelevant, I can only say that it’s completely different. How did a good boss become like this? [Lost in thought]
[The First Nightmare in History]: Another male protagonist was tricked by the anchor [honey smile]