Fang Liu was pleasantly surprised. She knew that the child would develop its perception and ability to think in its mother’s womb. However, Fang Liu did not think that this would occur so soon.

Fang Liu felt a strong sense of happiness when she thought of how the baby was growing day by day and how it had begun to interact with her.

Mo Yu watched from the sidelines as Fang Liu rubbed her belly. He revealed a gentle and affectionate expression. Mo Yu had never seen Fang Liu behave in such a way before. Only a mother could show such tenderness to her child. Even Mo Yu had never received such tender love and care from Fang Liu. Mo Yu began to feel a wave of happiness surge through his heart. Fang Liu was the most important person to Mo Yu. He would give Fang Liu all of his love, but Fang Liu had to give her love to an unborn child. Mo Yu became depressed at the thought of this.

Mo Yu never thought that he would have to compete with a child for Fang Liu’s love and attention. Mo Yu was gloomy as he looked at Fang Liu’s belly as if he was warning the unborn child with his eyes.

‘Don’t even think of snatching your mother away from me!’

Fang Liu suddenly felt the child moving vigorously. The mother and child were connected, and Fang Liu could feel that the child was dissatisfied and angry. ‘What’s going on?’

When Fang Liu turned to look at Mo Yu, he quickly retracted his warning look. “What’s wrong, baby?” Mo Yu pretended to be innocent. Fang Liu touched her belly and said, “The child seems to be in a weird mood.”

Mo Yu scoffed, “The child hasn’t even been born yet. What kind of mood could it have? The child is just being fickle.” After saying that, Mo Yu approached Fang Liu and supported her. “Don’t mind the child, baby. Come here.”

The Yu-Liu duo had just made love intensely, and they were covered in each other’s bodily fluids. Fang Liu had a stickiness between her legs. Mo Yu carried Fang Liu to the bathtub, filled with warm water, and put her between his legs, leaning her against his chest.

Mo Yu enjoyed this moment, his arms tightly hugging Fang Liu. The woman suddenly thought of something as she leaned against Mo Yu’s chest. Fang Liu’s pupils contracted.

Fang Liu began to blush as she looked at Mo Yu and said in an embarrassed tone, “Since the child reacted to us just now, does that mean it knows what we did?!” ‘Oh my goodness, Mo Yu and I weren’t the only people in this bathroom. There’s also a child in my belly!’ Fang Liu thought as she bit her lip and blushed. Mo Yu snorted coldly, “So what if the child knows what we did? The child is mine, after all. What it thinks doesn’t matter.”

Fang Liu gazed at Mo Yu gloomily. It seemed that Mo Yu didn’t like the child very much. He seemed to be hostile toward it. ‘Does he really not like this child? Mo Yu claims that the child is his, but why is he being so harsh?’

Fang Liu lowered her head, feeling sad. ‘Perhaps Mo Yu won’t love this child as much because he’s not the biological father.’ Fang Liu didn’t say a word, hiding her thoughts and emotions.

After bathing, The Yu-Liu duo returned to their bedroom and lay on the bed. Mo Yu held Fang Liu in his arms and brought out a book. The book contained a collection of poems in a foreign language. Mo Yu lowered his head and asked, “Do you want me to read these to you?”

Fang Liu was stunned. Mo Yu had never read her poems before. “T-That would be nice.” Fang Liu nodded, looking expectant.

Mo Yu flipped through the book and found a poem that he thought was good. He slowly began to read,” “Night fell, again and again, never stopping. We faced each other with all our might and then withdrew back into our shells. I’ve heard there are thousands of ways to embrace each other. When I think of you, there are some expendable emotions, but we’ve never said good night…” The man’s voice resembled well-aged wine, smooth and sophisticated, or a cello, tuned to perfection. Nothing could compare to Mo Yu when he recited the poem.

Fang Liu raised her head and looked at Mo Yu in a daze, but she could only see the man’s exquisite jawline and Adam’s apple moving as he recited the poem. Fang Liu thought that it was simply a beautiful experience.

Mo Yu could take Fang Liu intimately, making her experience the bliss of lovemaking, and read her a beautiful poem before she fell asleep.

Fang Liu listened to the man’s voice as he turned the pages. It was then that Fang Liu knew that she was deeply in love with this man.