Bai Qingqing stroked her stomach and mumbled, "It has already been two months." Maybe she would be going into labor in these few days.
After giving birth three times, even to one human baby, Bai Qingqing didn't feel scared at all. She only felt anticipation. Her lips unconsciously curled up into a faint smile.
The moist wind blew onto the face, feeling sharp like blades. Bai Qingqing had only been out for a while and her face already turned a purplish red.
Muir felt both shocked and heartache when he saw this. He immediately carried her up horizontally.
"Let's go back." As he said this, he was striding toward the door.
Bai Qingqing covered her frozen face with her hands, feeling dejected. She would be unable to go out for a few months again.
Winston wasn't at home and Parker was rummaging through the chest, looking for something. Bai Qingqing asked, "What are you looking for?"