Seeing that she didn't have the same impatient look on her face as she usually did, Qi Cheng smiled slightly, locked the door, and lay down on the bed.
He lay beside her, feeling content inside. He wasn't in a hurry to speak and just reached out an arm to hold her.
After a while, he asked, "Are you tired?"
The daily morning sickness tormented her so much it nearly killed her.
Just carrying the child made her utterly exhausted.
Ji Yunhuan didn't respond, her eyes closed, almost drifting off to sleep.
Getting no reply from her, Qi Cheng also stayed silent. She had been so cold to him lately that he had gotten used to it.
The phone rang in the quiet room. Qi Cheng fished his phone out of his pocket, too lazy to get out of bed, and answered it directly.
"Qi Cheng." It was his mother's voice.
Hearing this, he temporarily released Ji Yunhuan, got off the bed, and walked into the bathroom. Ji Yunhuan heard him close the bathroom door.
