Just as she was stepping out of the living room, Han Qian called out toward the dining room, and then a smile of indeterminate meaning curled her lips as she walked lightly out the front door.
Lately, perhaps because the weather was unbearably hot, or maybe because her pregnant belly was swelling like a balloon, Feng Lu had become not only lazy but also sleepier than before she was pregnant.
Yet when the weather is hot, waking up inevitably leaves her drenched in sweat; naturally, she can't avoid showering after that.
So, around three in the afternoon, Feng Lu woke up and, still groggy and in her sandals, wandered to the bathroom.
She turned on the showerhead, but before she could even begin washing, her foot suddenly slipped, and she crashed heavily to the bathroom floor.
