Jing Muchen took the cup without saying a word. After testing the temperature, he drank the tea in one gulp.
Then, he put down the cup and looked up at his wife, who was coaxing her youngest son.
Under the soft light in the room, Su Ruowan's eyebrows were delicate and delicate. On her porcelain white face, there was a faint and slightly raised smile. The eyes that looked at the child were very gentle and full of love. Her entire person emitted a quiet and beautiful smell.
Her figure was no different from before she was pregnant. The only difference was that some parts of her body were more voluptuous. Because of this, she looked more mature than before.
Su Ruowan coaxed her youngest son for a while. When she raised her head again, she saw a pair of deep and charming eyes. He did not say anything and just looked at her in a dark manner. The deep affection and gentleness contained in his eyes made her heart jump. She immediately retracted her gaze in embarrassment.