The night had deepened, and the skin exposed outside the blanket began to feel slightly cool. Chi Xiaoyu burrowed further inside.
She couldn't sleep. Although she felt very tired, her mind was exceptionally clear.
Chi Xiaoyu's hands rested on her still-flat belly, gently stroking, silently sensing the form of the tiny life within.
Would it look like her, or like Gong Beiming?
A boy or a girl?
Steady footsteps approached from outside, each step sounding as if it walked over her heart.
She quickly turned on her side, burying her face in the blanket.
He turned on the bedside lamp, likely fearing he would wake her, adjusting it to the dimmest setting.
There was a hissing sound, probably him taking off his tie, unfastening his belt buckle...
The sounds were faint, but with her eyes closed, she could easily imagine what he was doing.
Having been together for over a month, it was neither particularly long nor short.
She had come to understand his living habits well.