While gnawing on her food, she still made Yu Zexiao sit to the side—reading fairy tales. The nice-sounding justification was: the babies can already hear sounds from outside now, Dad has to communicate with the two little ones often, otherwise when they’re born they won’t be close to their dad.
Besides, Yu Zexiao couldn’t go anywhere right now; it wouldn’t do for her to be sitting up sleepless at the head of the bed while Yu Zexiao hid off to the side playing on the computer. Hmph, there’s no way she was going to let him be that relaxed and happy.
Of course, Yu Zexiao’s voice really was very pleasant. He’d started as a singer, and with age and life experience, that once heavenly voice had gained an indescribable air of maturity and steadiness. At the mont, he was using that rich, lilting voice to tell—Sleeping Beauty.
"The Prince went through untold hardships and finally killed the dragon and broke into the castle. In the magnificent and splendid castle, because of the spell, everyone was lying there in a quiet sleep. The Prince passed through the great hall and entered the sleeping Princess’s bedroom, where he saw the Princess lying quietly on a luxurious chuang-shang, as if she were only asleep..."
Because Jian Anning couldn’t lie down to sleep, and on top of that she was carrying twins, her belly was especially big. At nine months, she felt even more uncomfortable all over. Yu Zexiao sat beside her, and his voice grew lower and lower, softer and softer, trying to lull her into sleep.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t fall asleep himself right now—not for any other reason, but because of that roasted sweet potato Jian Anning was eating beside him, the sll was insanely sweet and fragrant!
Anyone who’s eaten sweet potatoes knows this: sweet potatoes, especially roasted ones, whether they actually taste good or not, that aroma alone is enough to make your mouth water!
How could Jian Anning not know that? She snapped the sweet potato open and was eating it with relish. Yu Zexiao was on a diet these days—he was about to shoot a new movie, and the director wanted him ten jin lighter on screen than he was now. He’d always been working out, but earlier on, afraid Jian Anning wasn’t eating enough, he’d often kept her company at altis and had quite a bit himself, so he’d put on so weight.
But now it was late at night, and all he’d had for dinner were a few handfuls of blanched vegetables and a few slices of lean at with no fat. The sweet potato slled just too good; halfway through the story, Yu Zexiao stopped reading.
"Why’d you stop? The babies still want to listen." Jian Anning was eating her sweet potato as she looked at Yu Zexiao; she’d already eaten half of the big roasted sweet potato. She even rembered to suck her fingers, with a sar of sweet roasted sweet potato still at the corner of her mouth.
"How do you even eat, look at you, you’ve got it all over your face." Yu Zexiao calmly reached out, gently brushing the sweet potato from the corner of her mouth. After a mont’s hesitation, he still couldn’t resist the temptation and quietly brought his finger to his own lips. That little bit of sweet, fragrant flavor of roasted sweet potato instantly flooded his taste buds; it tasted so good he practically wanted to cry.
Lowering his head, he watched her finish the remaining half of the sweet potato with puppy-dog eyes, swallowing involuntarily. Even if it was a bit out of line to be fighting his wife—his nine-months-pregnant wife, no less—for food, he really was starving and had been for a long while.
Jian Anning seed to have picked up on the ssage in his eyes. Without a word, she shoved the sweet potato into her own mouth—even if she didn’t want it, she wasn’t about to let soone else have it!
However, before she’d stuffed it in more than a couple of tis, she suddenly felt a pain in her belly!
"Honey, what’s going on?"
"It’s fine." Jian Anning still didn’t forget to cram that half a sweet potato into her own mouth, then said calmly, "I think those two little devils are about ready to co out."
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