"Mrs. Yu, allow me to remind you."
Yu Chiyin's eyes were enchanting as he lowered his voice and whispered to her:
"Your son and daughter were born thanks to my hard work. It's a bit late for you to find faults now."
What hard work of his?
Lu Fengxuan's cheeks flushed with a rosy color, and she glared at him reproachfully: "Mind your words in front of Xiaoyi and Jiujiu!"
"They don't understand now but they will in the future." Yu Chiyin slightly lifted his thin lips, his gentle gaze falling on her face.
After gazing at her for a moment, his eyes moved downward to her slightly protruding belly beneath the bathrobe, his voice softening:
"How's the baby in your belly behaving? Are they giving you any trouble?"
Lu Fengxuan's hand moved to her stomach, every gesture exuding tender maternal love.
"They've been fussy twice, but very good, their kicks don't hurt at all."
