On a winter afternoon, sunlight spilled into the hospital room, where Shen Qinglan lay on a recliner basking in the sun streaming in from the window. Fu Hengyi sat beside her, holding a device against her abdomen, listening intently.
"Seems like it's sped up a bit," Fu Hengyi said, noting down the baby's data on paper.
Suddenly, a small handprint protruded from Shen Qinglan's belly. Fu Hengyi's gaze softened as he gently touched it with one finger, and the little hand immediately retracted. After a while, a tiny foot appeared on Shen Qinglan's stomach, causing her to cry out softly.
Fu Hengyi frowned, "What's wrong, did the baby kick you and hurt you?"
Shen Qinglan smiled faintly, "Such a mischievous little guy. I guess he'll be a handful once he's born."
Fu Hengyi's brows furrowed as he intently watched Shen Qinglan's belly, "My girl, you can't be this naughty in the future; it hurts mommy."
