The next day, New Year's Eve.
Jiang Nian slept until nine in the morning, and when he turned his head, Li Qingrong was still asleep, so he quietly snuck out of the room to wash up.
As soon as he entered the living room, he ran into Da Baiyou.
"Morning."
"Morning." She yawned, wearing a thin camisole, eating bread, "Want a piece?"
"No, I'm not used to it." Jiang Nian declined, "I'm going for a stroll, I'll be back soon."
"Go ahead, but don't go too far."
Jiang Nian: "???"
He turned his head, full of confusion. He thought to himself, can maternity be contagious? Even just taking a stroll needs a reminder.
"Why are you acting all weird?"
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just what you said," he replied, "Normally, you'd ignore it."
"What do you know."
Li Lanying rolled her eyes, "I'm rehearsing, so when the child is born, they'll see a loving aunt."
"Why a loving aunt?"
"Of course, to let the child feel the beauty of the world. Do you think Qingqing will be that gentle?"
