Qiao Chengxun smirked coldly, moving his head to a new position and gently kissed the girl's cute little belly button, making her soft and delicate body uncontrollably twitch.
That bastard, Qiao the King of Hell, why did he have to kiss her stomach for no reason? There was already a baby inside lacking fatherly love!
"What are you doing?"
Wen Meimei felt a bit anxious, afraid he might press her belly too hard, but to her surprise, the man's touch was so gentle it seemed to melt the air.
"Have you been having digestive issues lately?"
"Uh, yes." Wen Meimei nodded.
Ever since she got pregnant, nothing seemed to digest well, and sometimes she felt like throwing up.
"Haven't you seen a doctor?"
"It's not a big deal."
Hearing the girl's slightly dismissive reply, Qiao Chengxun realized she wasn't taking her health seriously again, which annoyed him.
"Meimei, let me see your medical record."
"Who would carry their medical record with them..." Wen Meimei muttered softly.
