The boy is called Chen Xiaoer, the girl is called Chen Xiaosan.

Time hurriedly marches on, and half a month has passed.

Yuqiao, now over six months pregnant, has a belly that is quite prominently protruding. Her legs have also swelled up, and she gets fatigued so easily that she feels too tired to continue walking after just a short distance each day.

Chen Hao is by her side every day, inseparable. He racks his brain daily to entertain Yuqiao, to alleviate her mental exhaustion and pain.

The autumn air gets thicker.

In the room.

"I still have three months to go before I can deliver." Yuqiao said, touching her belly.

"How can you refer to our baby as 'goods'?"

Yuqiao looked at Chen Hao with a grievance and said, "Why don't you carry the baby next time?"

"Okay!"

Yuqiao sighed helplessly and then, holding Chen Hao's hand, said, "I really feel like fighting someone."

"Fight me, I promise I won't fight back!"