A happy smile immediately appeared on Yun Shangyuan's face, but he still didn't want her to do it.
"Yue Yaya, wait until the baby is born and then make it for me. You need to get more rest now."
"I'm not tired. If I don't make clothes, I don't know what else to do, it's so boring."
Here, there's nothing, can she not be bored?
"But..."
"Don't worry, I know my limits and will take care to rest."
"Alright." He conceded.
He had experienced Yue Yaya's stubbornness before; if she wanted to do something, she would definitely do it.
A gust of autumn wind blew in, bringing a chill.
Yun Shangyuan turned around and fetched a cloak, carefully draping it over her shoulders.
"Be careful not to catch cold."
"Thank you." She smiled faintly and continued to lower her head to embroider clothes.
Watching her tenderly for a moment, Yun Shangyuan also went on to continue his own tasks.
After dinner, having taken a bath, Feng Yueya lazily lay on the bed and closed her eyes.
