And it’s still mid-term reopening, the kind of thing that can easily be turned around on your own!
Ke Lian didn’t care how shattered his cool image was; he just chuckled foolishly, held Du Xixi’s hand resting on her pregnant belly, and said warmly, "Being jealous for you and the baby, how can that be unreasonable?"
"Ugh..." The most unserious Sun Mulin successfully demonstrated everyone’s thoughts with his actions, also attracting Ke Lian’s fierce death glare.
Sun Mulin quickly waved at him but simultaneously clutched his chest with discomfort, dramatically expressing an "I’m sorry, but I can’t control myself" look.
Ke Lian: My fist is clenched!
There’s still a little time before Du Xixi’s due date, and Mo Feng and the others have things to do, so after keeping Du Xixi company for another afternoon, they all left before nightfall.
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"Remember to wear socks!" Ke Lian helplessly leaned down to put on a pair of thick but very comfortable cotton socks for Du Xixi’s feet.
Ever since the Rob created rain for Du Xixi to play with, thus developing a weather simulation system, the climate of the Blue Star Empire has divided into four seasons: sunny, rainy, frosty, and snowy.
Now that Du Xixi is about to give birth, she might not feel the temperature outside while staying in the ward, but it’s indeed winter, and large snowflakes have already started falling outside.
Ke Xing, this over two-hundred-year-old middle-aged man, was seeing snowflakes recorded in ancient books for the first time, so when the snow began to accumulate, he ran outside to roll in the snow with a group of young lads.
By calculation, Ke Xing has been playing for nearly a whole morning, only returning midway to change into a few warmer clothes and use the restroom. Du Xixi hasn’t seen him in the ward since.
"They say the old child, the old child, our dad is just over two hundred, at most a middle-aged man, and he’s still so childlike!" Du Xixi, with her socks put on by Ke Lian, felt a bit uncomfortable, wiggled her toes, and then couldn’t help but laugh softly at how funny her action was.
Du Xixi, on Blue Star, actually lived mostly in the southern regions where it doesn’t snow much in winter, usually experiencing heavy snow only when she went north, which is why she wasn’t really interested in snow.
But looking through the window at Ke Xing and a group of boys playing enthusiastically downstairs, Du Xixi thought maybe playing in the snow occasionally could also be a nice experience.
Du Xixi regretfully glanced at her pregnant belly. By the time she has her baby, finishes her confinement, and has some good recuperation, spring would be half over, and there won’t be any snow around then for her to play in.
"No worries, I’ll have someone create a snowy scene for you then!" Seeing Du Xixi’s little sadness, Ke Lian proudly patted his chest and promised her.
For someone like Ke Lian, as long as it wasn’t something outrageous, he could handle it with money and power, so he felt Du Xixi’s little sadness should be comforted as best as he could.
But Du Xixi shook her head with a smile and softly told Ke Lian, who had hugged her, "No need, there’s snow every year. If I can’t play this year, I’ll play next year. Maybe by then, I can even play with two crawling little ones!"
Du Xixi’s interest in snow was just a sudden thought. Once winter passed and comfortable spring came, who knows if she’d still be interested in snow?
Du Xixi felt it was completely unnecessary to waste manpower and resources to create a snowy scene that she might not be interested in then. But she gladly accepted Ke Lian’s kind intention.
Ke Lian smiled upon hearing this, nodding as he realized that Du Xixi’s calling her future children "little ones" probably came from the Iron-eating Beast.
The Beast Clan didn’t have so many formalities and rules, and newborns didn’t have a baby name, nickname, or formal name; most often, until they reached adulthood, they were simply called "little ones" to cover everything.