In the evening, Shang Jianghan returned from a social engagement, carrying the scent of alcohol.
Shen Chaoxi wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"I didn't drink; the smell is on my clothes," Shang Jianghan said as he pinched the cheeks of his petulant little wife and grabbed sleepwear before heading into the bathroom.
During social events, the mixing of alcohol and tobacco was inevitable, and their odors could be suffocating.
When he came out again, Shen Chaoxi was already half-leaning against the headboard, her abdomen protruding like a small hill.
Shang Jianghan walked over, kissed Shen Chaoxi, and then placed his large hand on her belly.
Indeed, within seconds, the little one's vigorous feet kicked out.
This nightly game of hide-and-seek had become one of President Shang's favorite pastimes these days.
Shen Chaoxi shifted her heavy waist a bit, full of complaints.