Song Lingyu grabbed Lan Zhongxuan's hand: "Zhongxuan, I'm fine, this is normal in pregnancy, Yiyi is just overreacting."
"But..."
Song Yiyi, feeling unconvinced, wanted to argue.
"Yiyi." Song Lingyu reprimanded.
Song Yiyi had to close her mouth.
"Zhongxuan, I'm really fine, don't be as alarmed as Yiyi, I'll be better after some rest." Song Lingyu held Lan Zhongxuan's arm and spoke gently.
"Really okay?"
"I'm fine." Song Lingyu shook her head, gently touched her belly, and softly asked, "Zhongxuan, have you ever thought about who our son might resemble?"
When Song Lingyu mentioned their son, Lan Zhongxuan's heart softened. He reached out to touch her belly, which hadn't shown yet, and his tone also became much gentler: "Of course I've thought about it, the child will surely have your eyebrows and eyes, with my features."
"Our son will definitely take after his father." Song Lingyu placed her hand on Lan Zhongxuan's hand, her beautiful eyes full of imagination.
"Why?"
