Today, his little one was worn out. It was already almost evening, and she was still sleeping soundly.
Mu Xingfeng washed the fruit that An Ran bought and placed it in the fruit plate. He also prepared the vegetables she bought. However, when it came to actually cooking, he hesitated. Recalling his past experience with frying eggs alone, Mu Xingfeng thought it might be more reliable to eat at the cafeteria.
"Wifey, wake up. Your husband will take you to eat."
Mu Xingfeng nudged An Ran. Since breakfast until now, when she came out of the bathroom, she was clamoring about being hungry. But now she's sleeping unaware of the time, and he suddenly felt a bit sorry for her.
His gaze fell on her lower abdomen. In recent days, they hadn't taken any precautions, so he wondered if there might be a baby there.
