Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

”Mmm. I miss you,” Qin Jian said with a smile.

”Yeah right!” An Hao laughed, feigning annoyance, ”You’re not even blushing when you say that, we almost see each other every day, and you still claim you miss me!”

”Who says you can’t miss someone you see every day?” Qin Jian suddenly turned over to sit up, took the towel from her hands, and gently dried her hair.

With her eyes closed, An Hao enjoyed his attentiveness and asked, ”Normally, dad would drag you into playing chess until well into the night, how come he let you come up so early today?”

”That’s because I kept winning against the old man before. That’s why he was clinging onto me!” Today, seeing An Hao had come up, he wanted to spend some quality time with her, so he deliberately lost a round to his father on purpose.

Ning Yibin, rarely winning a game, was in such a good mood that he took his victory and ended it there, so Qin Jian was able to come up early today.

An Hao laughed, ”If dad knew you did that on purpose, next time he’d probably keep you playing chess until sunrise.”

Qin Jian curved the corners of his mouth, ”The mark of a true master is being able to throw a game without anyone noticing.”

”Nonsense.” An Hao laughed, ”You’re out of breath just because I said you’re getting fat.”

”Speaking of getting fat, you have actually put on some weight recently,” Qin Jian said as he unfolded the soaked towel and hung it over the back of a chair.

An Hao looked at her round belly in distress: ”I can’t help it. I’m afraid I’ll just keep getting fatter.”

”I am referring to the size here.” Qin Jian pointed to her swollen chest, smiling with a crooked lip.

”Shameless,” An Hao glared at him, ”Men are really all the same! Can’t your eyes wander somewhere else?”

”I don’t want to, but helplessly, they’re just too eye-catching.”

”Hmph.” An Hao gave him a cold look and turned away. She lowered her head and sneaked a peek, thinking he was right, her bust size had increased quite a bit since getting pregnant, and she was somewhat worried that her breasts would sag later when she breastfeeds her child.

Seeing An Hao’s slightly angry demeanor, Qin Jian felt an itch in his heart as if scratched by a cat’s paw. He raised his hand and gently stroked her still graceful back, speaking in a low, mellow voice near her ear, ”How long has it been since we were intimate?”

”Only about three months,” An Hao said.

”I’m finding it hard to hold back, what should I do?” Qin Jian rested his chin lightly on An Hao’s shoulder, his breath tickling the back of her ear.”

An Hao shivered and quickly pushed him away, ”You have to hold back even if it’s hard! What about your prized military willpower?”

”Such ironclad willpower seems like a waste in situations like this!” Qin Jian laughed as he looped his arm around her neck, his hot lips gently kissing her silky skin.

An Hao was also stirred by his teasing.

But worrying about the child in her belly, she didn’t dare to let go too much.

Even though the doctor said it was fine to be intimate after three months once the pregnancy is stable, everyone is different, so it’s better to be cautious.

Having experienced a threatened miscarriage before, she didn’t want to take too many risks.

Qin Jian kissed for a while, his mouth getting dry and his tongue burning, yet An Hao remained unmoved: ”I’ve heard from others that it’s okay to do it after three or four months. You don’t have to worry so much!”

”They are them, I am me! People are different. So, I refuse!” An Hao was unwilling to agree.

”Wife, I promise you, I will be very gentle, I won’t hurt our child,” Qin Jian swore to the light, and before An Hao could respond, he pressed closer.