Fu Jichen never thought that one day he would be called a fool and couldn't even argue back because he really hadn't thought of it at the time.
The man remained silent, and Shen Jianian laughed even more happily: "No words left to say, huh?"
"Yes." Fu Jichen bravely admitted his brain wasn't working well, "I'm slow to react."
"So, do you like the Mid-autumn gift I gave you?" Shen Jianian's eyelashes fluttered, her eyes bright with joy, as she grabbed his hand under the covers.
"I couldn't like it more." Fu Jichen tightened his grip, holding her small hand firmly, his words sincere and passionate.
Compared to his initial daze upon hearing the news, he was much calmer now, but if you looked closely, you could still see the joy in his eyes, impossible to fake.
Shen Jianian buried her face in his chest, rubbed against it, and let out a gentle laugh, then asked him: "What do you think our baby will look like?"
