"Just finished showering, and here you are mumbling to yourself!"
Huang Qingtian stepped forward, extended his long arms, and embraced the little person into his chest; then, he habitually buried his face in Mu Keren's neck.
This was Huang Qingtian's favorite position.
"Huang Qingtian, I'm ruined!" The little person being held didn't struggle. Even so, her defeatist tone displeased Huang Qingtian.
"What's wrong?" Hearing her downtrodden voice, Huang Qingtian immediately left her neck, pinched her little face, and examined it closely.
Huang Qingtian had researched online that many women develop issues like melasma and enlarged pores during pregnancy.
Therefore, he had been worried that these issues might affect his little one. He even had Yuanzhou and his team develop a special line of skincare products just so his little one could have an easy pregnancy.
But as it turned out, Huang Qingtian found he worried over nothing.
