When they went back to their room that night, his Empress Dowager rolled around in bed. Song Chuyi's face fell and he pulled her up immediately. "You're having a child right now; do you think you can still roll around like before? Be more mindful when you sleep. You're not allowed to sleep on your stomach or else you'll hurt the baby."
Changqing sat up quickly. Song Chuyi sighed. "You're too clumsy. Remember what your sis told you. I'll buy you some books tomorrow—read them when you have nothing to do. Push away those dancing and singing parts at the broadcasting station as much as you can. You're not allowed to wear heels unless you're filming."
"I don't like to read. How about you read them and tell me the details?" Changqing pouted.
Song Chuyi shook his head helplessly. She's already sticking her nose up in the sky on the first day of her pregnancy. Changqing lay there languidly, shaking her leg. "I want to take a shower. Help me get my clothes."