Leng Muchen's big palm was pasted with a scar in her abdomen. "Does it hurt?"

Qin Yahuang shook his head, "No pain."

Leng Muchen kissed softly. If it hadn't been for him, she would not have suffered so much and suffered so much.

Qin Yahuang stroked his face. "Don't look at me like that. I'm Nian's mother and Xuanxuan's mother. This is nothing to me."

"You are my wife who admires Chen coldly." Leng Muchen kissed her tenderly, bringing her the most endless tenderness and affection. Even if he was eager again, he still restrained himself and gently treated her.

When the doorbell rang, Qin Yahuang and Leng Muchen looked...