"Xinxin, what do you and Chuxi Daddy want to watch? I want to watch too!"
Yan Chenxi came running over, his small legs pumping furiously.
Mo Chuxi put away the USB drive.
"It's late. We should go back now."
He said, casting Yan Xinxin a meaningful look.
The sky gradually darkened, the deep blue night faintly peppered with stars leaping into view one by one.
After dinner, Yan Xinxin was in the kitchen washing dishes. As she scrubbed, a wave of nausea surged uncontrollably within her.
Mo Chuxi emerged from the room, instantly spotting her hunched over the sink, dry heaving.
His typically casual steps quickly quickened as he headed to her side.
Yan Xinxin sensed Mo Chuxi approaching but hadn't expected him to gently place his hand on her back, his touch feather-light as he soothed her with soft strokes.
After a while, Yan Xinxin finally managed to calm down.
"Was it like this before, when you were pregnant?"
