Zhan Moxiao stroked the girl's small face with his large hand, looking at her as though she were his treasured baby. "No harm done, I'm back to my little wife in perfect condition."
Ou Lan finally relaxed, and started to pout and kiss him, "Honey, I really missed you."
Zhan Moxiao looked at her tenderly, his eyes full of amusement. "How much did you miss me?"
"I missed you so much it made my heart and liver ache."
"Only your heart and liver?"
Ou Lan rolled her eyes, thinking, "Sometimes my stomach aches too."
"Your stomach aches?" Zhan Moxiao suddenly frowned. How could a pregnant woman have stomach aches?
Ou Lan gave a mischievous grin, "Your baby kicks me and it hurts."
Zhan Moxiao let out a breath of relief and pinched her little cheek, "You little trickster Lan, always deceiving your husband to worry over you."
