Since then, Jiang Niannian felt that she might have some kind of prenatal anxiety disorder.
For example, Jiang Niannian suddenly sat up in the middle of the night, looked at her flat belly, reached out to wake up Yin Buqi beside her, and murmured: "Are you sure I'm really pregnant? You're not mistaken? Why don't I feel anything at all?"
Yin Buqi didn't open his eyes, but hissed in a hoarse voice. He pulled Jiang Niannian back and pressed her to his chest. He patted her back soothingly and buried his face on top of her head: "How could such a thing be wrong? Nian Nian has only been pregnant for a short time, so naturally she can't feel it."
Jiang Niannian continued to ask: "You said, my stomach hasn't changed at all, my child won't be suffocated to death in there!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Buqi opened his red eyes, his gaze swept across his lower abdomen, with a faint smile: "Nian Nian and I have unique cultivation in this world, he won't die so easily."
He pecked Jiang Niannian's lips: "I can feel his presence. Although he is just a weak little thing, fortunately he won't do any harm to your body. Don't worry too much. I'll take care of everything."
Jiang Niannian responded, indicating that she understood, but then she thought of something and felt a little dissatisfied: "How can you call our child a little thing? How can a father call his own child a little thing?"
Yin Buqi's palm touched her belly and he stared at her. Liu Guang said gently and seriously: "If possible, I just want to live with Nian Nian, but I know that Nian Nian has always wanted a child..."
He buried his face deeply in her neck, hugged her and rubbed her back and forth, moaning softly: "But, Nian Nian can only love me the most."
"Of course." Jiang Niannian said, grabbing his sleeve, and fell into strange worries again: "Your true form is a nine-tailed fox, and my true form is a tree. Our baby can't be..."
"Bastard."
Jiang Niannian glared at him: “…” If you can’t speak, then don’t speak.
Yin Buqi raised his hand and pressed his forehead, as if he was amused by her, and comforted her: "Since it is our child, it will be born with a human body."
Jiang Niannian stared at him blankly, and then asked stupidly: "Then... what about the future? Will it turn into a vine? Or a little fox?"
"If it's a vine, does it need to be buried in the soil? Does it need watering, fertilizer, and sunlight?"
"Actually, I'd rather have a little fox, furry and as cute as you."
"Why don't men give birth to babies? Giving birth is painful..."
Jiang Niannian kept talking, but Yin Buqi just hugged her tightly without saying a word, burying his face in her soft hair, as if he was wearing a delicate and white gardenia, with a subtle and sweet fragrance.
Her breathing was a little rapid, and she patted his arm in panic: "Buqi, don't press the baby."
Yin Buqi's body trembled, but his arms tightened more and more. She was startled and quickly grabbed his hand, and could only call softly: "Buqi?"
Yin Buqi raised his head, with some dissatisfaction in his red eyes: "Baby, baby, baby again, you said you love me the most, but Nian Nian kept asking about the baby tonight, I'm very unhappy."
Jiang Niannian said helplessly: "But he is also your child, why are you jealous of your child?"