"Have you ever thought, if he kicks my abdomen while in your womb, he'd first kick your belly?"
Xie Zhixing embraced her and sat down.
Even though she was pregnant, her figure didn't show it. Her waist remained slender, only her cheeks had rounded a bit. Her face, which could have been that of an exceptionally beautiful woman, seemed more childlike and innocent due to the little extra weight she gained.
"That's true,"
Yun Jiao paused and released her arms from around him: "After all, there's skin between his legs and my belly."
Xie Zhixing gritted his back teeth, starting to think that even if she would be the one raising the child, he still needed to keep an eye on the education. But he was busy and couldn't always personally teach, so he thought of the talented and renowned Concubine Wei... It's a pity they didn't get along; otherwise, if they lived in the same palace, she could help look after things, at least avoiding such mischief as altering poems.
