"You downed three drinks by yourself and managed to knock two people flat?" Qian found it unbelievable. His alcohol tolerance was good, but it didn't seem that good, right?
"Ahem, you're in your confinement month, let's not get into technical discussions like that. Come on, hurry up and sleep. What if the baby wakes up hungry in the middle of the night!"
Yu Minglang held Qian in his arms. These three days she'd been in the hospital, and he hadn't had a chance to cuddle her at all. His hand started out properly wrapped around her waist, but as he kept feeling around, it ended up pinching the little bit of soft flesh on her belly.
"Was I super hideous when I was giving birth?" Qian had been holding this question in for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking.
"I thought you were beautiful. Really. It had this incredibly powerful, epic kind of feel to it."
"What's beautiful about all that blood spraying everywhere? It's dirty and scary..."
