"Be gentle, don't press on my son," Ye Ranran looked down at her belly.
How did she know for sure it was a son? Song Ze was speechless.
"Hold on to me, we need to jump down now," Song Ze looked at the ground.
Ye Ranran looked down, and just as she realized the distance and was about to scream, Song Ze had already jumped.
Ye Ranran closed her eyes, clutching Song Ze's clothes tightly.
But her heart felt a bit bleak—could her child still be safe at this speed?
Instead of the expected pain, Ye Ranran cautiously opened her eyes and found that she and Song Ze were hanging in a tree.
With one arm, Song Ze held her and grasped the tree branch with the other; their bodies swayed in the wind like vines.
Perhaps because she was relatively heavy, his breathing was a bit heavy. Ye Ranran looked down—it was one meter more. If she wasn't pregnant, she'd have jumped without a word.
But now...
"Don't worry, nothing will happen," Song Ze comforted her.
