Mo Nanjue picked up her swollen feet, shoes were difficult to put on, but he patiently helped her slip them on, then stood up, "Do you want to wear a coat?"
He stood with his back to the light, his slender figure casting a thin chill. Tong Ran squinted and raised her head, suddenly speaking, "Mo Nanjue, am I dreaming?"
"Yes," Mo Nanjue nodded, fetched a coat and draped it over her shoulders, then helped her out of bed, "We are both dreaming, this is a dream, not reality."
Tong Ran reached out to pinch herself to see if it hurt, but the man grabbed her as Mo Nanjue leaned down to kiss her forehead gently, "I'll help you wash up."
"Hold me."
Mo Nanjue's lips curled slightly, "I can't hold you anymore."
"Is it because my belly is too big?" Tong Ran laid her palm on her abdomen, "I think, maybe it really is twins."
