Chenxing laughed heartily.
Gu Shaocheng stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist, holding her tightly. Hearing her laughter, he cursively cursed, "You little rascal! On purpose, huh?"
"Who would have thought that a big man like you would be so afraid of holding a baby? Don't you really like children?" Chenxing grinned, feeling the arm wrapped around her as an unshakable support that emitted a warm aura. She nestled slightly into his embrace, invisibly feeling a strong sense of reliability and safety.
Outside, the hail of bullets seemed far removed from her vision; at this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of warmth.
She held the baby, Shaocheng hugged her, and the two quietly gazed at this new little life that had just entered the world.
Gu Shaocheng pursed his lips: "It's not that I'm scared to hold him, I'm scared of hurting him."
