She let out a small cry of pain, her brows knitted tightly.
Mo Chuxi's nerves were suddenly on high alert, tense and tight.
"Xinxin, what's wrong? Stomach pain? Is it time? Is it really premature labor? It's all my fault, I shouldn't have brought you out at this time. Don't be afraid, darling, nothing will happen, I'll immediately..."
"Chuxi."
Just as Mo Chuxi was fumbling to pick up Yan Xinxin, he heard her call his name in a calm tone.
He lifted his worried, handsome face, only to see Yan Xinxin smiling slightly.
"Is the baby kicking you?"
He slightly loosened his taut nerves and asked tentatively.
Yan Xinxin smiled, pursing her lips, reaching out to pinch Mo Chuxi's ear.
"Yes, your son is kicking me. It's not the first time, why are you still so nervous?"
"Yan Xinxin."
Looking at her lighthearted smile, Mo Chuxi seriously lifted his somber gaze and pinched her small face.
"Don't scare me like this next time!"
"How did I scare you? It really is your son kicking me."
