Chenxing rarely saw Nan Baihao also looking dazed and nervous, and couldn’t help but laugh: "If he’s not your son, whose son could he be?"
Those few n, oh, how they all make such a serious yet silly expression when facing a little baby.
Nan Baihao’s heart was almost jumping out, his gaze finally resting on his son’s face, but he frowned: "Why is he so small?"
Subconsciously, the sa question that troubled Gu Shaocheng appeared in his mind: Can he survive?
"He’s a premature baby."
Releasing Huanhuan, Nan Baihao extended his arms, still slling of gunpowder, and his hands trembled violently before he finally held the baby. Chenxing reminded from the side, "Hold him sideways, yes, just like that."
It was an experience that could not be described in words; the little one in his arms was his son, his and Huanhuan’s flesh and blood. Nan Baihao’s eyes suddenly moistened.
This son embodied so many of his emotions, from the mont he learned of Huanhuan’s pregnancy to now, every day filled with anxiety, always fearing that Huanhuan, that unpredictable woman, would hurt the baby inside while playing taekwondo at ho, and afraid that Huanhuan with her big belly would get depression... In short, all sorts of worries, all kinds of caution, all kinds of protective asures, and now... now his son was finally in his arms.
Son.
Son.
Such a fresh noun, a tender warmth spread throughout his body.
"Haha, brother, look, my son, he is Nan Baihao’s son." He looked up at Gu Shaocheng, unable to hide the pride in his voice.
Yet tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably.
Tears of joy.
Truly tears of joy!
Gu Shaocheng smiled lightly and nodded: "Yes, your son, hold him tight, don’t let him fall; no, don’t hold him too tight, you might hurt him."
His alternating caution made Nan Baihao’s hands tremble even more. "Brother, do you think, does he think of ?"
"His face shape is like yours, and his eyebrows too." Gu Shaocheng showed a face full of jealousy, envy, and resentnt, which Nan Baihao quite enjoyed.
"And the mouth, and the nose, do they resemble ?"
"His mouth is not like yours, it’s like Huanhuan’s." Gu Shaocheng responded half-heartedly, empathizing with his brother’s joy of being a father for the first ti.
The envy and blessings in his eyes naturally showed.
Chenxing sat back next to him, holding his hand, he looked down, his eyes eting hers.
Then, he bowed his head, and his cool lips touched her forehead.
Finally, he embraced her waist, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, neither spoke.
"Chenxing."
"Um?"
"I love you."
Naturally, he uttered these words, not as a flirtation, but straight from the heart.
Seeing Huanhuan and Baihao’s happiness, he clung tighter to his loved one, dreaming of when he and his beloved might also have such a mont, longing for that day’s arrival yet fearing it might never co. His fingers interlocked with hers, one by one, repeating it again, feeling a touch bittersweet: "I love you."
She smiled, her bright teeth shining, leaning on his broad chest, whispering softly: "I love you too, Shaocheng. Later, I’ll also give you a lovely baby."
"Are you really willing?" Knowing about my illness, do you still want to say such a thing?
She nodded earnestly: "Willing."
After thinking it over, she added: "Shaocheng, once we’re out of danger, I have sothing to tell you."
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