Lin Banxia was sleeping soundly, when she felt a warm and firm body pressing against her back. Instinctively, she snuggled closer into his embrace.
It was warm. It felt safe.
Yan Ting's large palm naturally rested on her smooth lower abdomen, and he could hardly believe that this very place was now nurturing his child.
Lin Banxia had experienced a cold stomach before, but now, with the man's scorching palm warming her belly, she suddenly felt that this sleep could be even more peaceful.
Yan Ting caught the faint fragrance from the little woman nestled in his arms. Despite the stirrings in his body, he understood that it was a special time for her, and he absolutely couldn't indulge himself.
The night passed in the blink of an eye.
At dawn, Lin Banxia woke up in the man's arms. Meeting his lazy gaze, she was slightly surprised. "Why are you still here?"
