After changing her sanitary pad and clothes, Han Xi came out and saw Lu Jinghan sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window with a notebook. Han Xi walked over and sat beside him, lifting one of Lu Jinghan’s arms and snuggling into his embrace like a kitten.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Jinghan tightened his arm around Han Xi, his deep eyes looking as if sprinkled with stardust under the warm light: "I’m looking at the precautions. From today, you can’t touch cold water, can’t eat spicy food, and you must keep warm."
Han Xi felt a little touched. Although she knew these common sense things, since Wen Qin passed away, no one had cared about her so meticulously.
"Mr. Lu, thank you for being so good to me, and thank you for giving me a warm home."
Han Xi looked up, her two small hands tightly embracing Lu Jinghan, her eyes shining with starlight.
Fortunately, she met Lu Jinghan, otherwise, she wouldn’t be as happy as she is now.
Lu Jinghan cupped Han Xi’s small face in his palm, his fingertips gently brushing against her cheek: "It seems Mrs. Lu is already deeply in love with me."
Han Xi nodded with a dimpled smile: "Yes, I love Mr. Lu very much, I’m already inseparable from you."
"You must remember what you said; you can’t go back on it later."
"I won’t go back on it, don’t worry. I’m afraid I can’t be away from you for the rest of my life." Han Xi seriously said to Lu Jinghan.
Suddenly the bedroom door was knocked, and Sister Zhang’s voice came from outside: "Sir, Madam, dinner is ready."
"Alright, we’ll be right down." Lu Jinghan replied casually.
"Let’s go down and eat, I’m a bit hungry." Han Xi said, touching her belly.
"Okay." Lu Jinghan nodded, stood up from the sofa, held Han Xi’s small hand, pushed open the bedroom door, and headed downstairs.