On the way, Ye Shui-mo's stomach was so big that she had to grasp Ye Miao's waist and pinch her hands severely.

"Wife... Hold it slightly." On both sides of his waist is Ye Miao's most itchy place, so tightly grasped, even in such a tense moment, he would like to laugh a little.

"Ah!" Ye Shui-mo twisted fiercely in pain, and Ye Mi gave a sullen hum.

Ye ink a mouth, the wind poured into the mouth, she had to shut up and not speak.

"Wife, wife?" Ye Miao had been worried about the situation behind, did not hear the moan, more panicked, and could not look back, so...