Xia Siyu lay down, given the limitations, it's impossible to provide any aromatherapy oils. Bo Yan was also afraid that if she was really pregnant, massaging her stomach might be bad for her health, so he avoided pressing on her chest and abdomen, only smoothing out her legs and feet.
Xia Siyu lay at the head of the bed, hugging a pillow. Even when she lay down, she wasn't very still, her head moved from left to right. Neither of them spoke, only the air was still filled with the scent of the spicy squid they just had.
After a long while, when Bo Yan's hand reached above her knees, Xia Siyu said gloomily, "Bo Yan, do you like children?"
