With Su Chaoyang at home, Mu Xiangwan's mood was noticeably different, and her appetite in the evening was even better than usual.
After finishing dinner, she said she felt a bit stuffed, so Su Chaoyang accompanied her on a stroll in the living room. But there were too many people in the living room, with several elders present, so Mu Xiangwan felt it was "inconvenient" and tugged at his sleeve to signal going upstairs.
So, the two of them wandered around the corridor upstairs.
Mu Xiangwan supported her lower back with one hand and gently caressed her round belly with the other, strolling slowly like an old lady, while the man supported her by the arm, leisurely following by her side.
"Su Chaoyang." She suddenly thought of something and solemnly called her husband's name.
The man's ears perked up, and he looked at her with gentle, affectionate eyes, "What's up?"
Mu Xiangwan wore a distressed expression, "I weighed myself yesterday, and guess how much I weigh now?"
