"Yeah, I'm not cold anymore, but now I'm cold, you passed the chill to me," she said with a laugh, pretending.
Si Ye's eyes shifted slightly, and suddenly he scooped her up and headed for the bathroom, "Since that's the case, let's bathe together and chase away the chill together."
"Don't, I've already bathed!" Chen Zhi struggled to get down. She knew exactly what he was thinking; bathing was just an excuse, satisfying his demand was the goal.
Si Ye wouldn't let her get away, kicked the bathroom door open, and then closed it behind them. Dragging Chen Zhi to turn on the hot water, they were drenched in an instant.
Now, ready or not, they had to bathe.
In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival was upon them, months had passed, and Chen Zhi's health had recovered substantially. Only, the child was still not on the way.
The doctor told her not to stress or worry, to let nature take its course. When it was time, it would happen; if not, fretting would be futile.
