"Don't move, let me hold you for a while... Relax, Jian Ran, I won't do anything to you."
Jian Ran: "..."
Even though Gu Mochen said that, Jian Ran was still somewhat stiff.
After a long while, once she was sure that Gu Mochen really wouldn't do anything, she relaxed slightly.
She could clearly feel that Gu Mochen's large hand had settled on her abdomen and lingered there for a moment with a purpose.
"Go to sleep."
"Okay."
Jian Ran's voice trembled slightly, uncertain whether her situation was truly stable now.
But on the other hand, as Gu Mochen smelled the faint scent of her shampoo, he soon fell into a deep sleep.
Jian Ran, listening to Gu Mochen's steady breathing, gradually calmed down.
Her beautiful eyes flickered...
Gu Mochen's hand on her abdomen was exactly where the scar from her cesarean section was when she had given birth to Tang Bao.