Halfway through the night, Yang Ruqing suddenly heard a sound of the front hall door creaking open outside her bedroom.

Although the sound was very faint, it did not escape her ears.

"Who?"

She cried out, instinctively grabbing the soft whip that lay beside her pillow.

With the man away from home, Tuoba Xian and Xiao Yaxue lived in the front yard. She resided alone in this vast back yard.

It's always good to be vigilant.

It's also impossible for everyone in the village to be as amicable as they appear during the day. Behind human nature, many are hiding demons.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, it's me!"

A familiar voice entered, and soon after, a tall figure strode into the dormitory.

Through the curtain, Yang Ruqing couldn't see the person's face.

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But the sound was enough to bring her joy.

"Hey, kid!"

She excitedly sat up, throwing back the curtain and about to jump out of bed, but he had already quickly rushed to the side of the bed.

Hold on!

He nervously reminded himself once more, then lifted the curtain.

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Their eyes met, and both were stunned.

"How did you get so thin?"

"Oh, is that still you? You've gotten darker and thinner?"

Both nearly shouted in unison, and after finishing, they both laughed.

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Luo Fengtang said, "I've been at war these past few days. It's no wonder I'm tanned and thin from the sun and wind."

"As for Qing'er, you've lost so much weight!"

He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her stomach.

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Yang Ruqing laughed and pointed to her stomach: "What else could it be? Your child is too domineering. Whatever I eat, he snatches it. Since I haven't had anything myself, of course, I've lost weight!"

Hearing this, Luofengtang grinned.

“May I touch him?” he crouched in front of her, tilting his head and asking expectantly.

She smirked, "Go ahead."

She lifted her nightgown, revealing her flat stomach, and gently pulled his large hand to rest on her belly.

He was so nervous he didn't even dare to breathe loudly. That hand, resting on her soft, warm stomach, didn't dare to move either.

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"What's going on? Why can't I feel anything?" he muttered in confusion.

Yang Ruqing giggled.

“My mother and her sisters said that it takes until the fifth month to show, but I can’t feel anything yet.” she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, but his big hand still remained on her belly, reluctant to withdraw.

"Qing'er, is there really a child hiding in here?"

He asked with a look of fresh wonder.

Yang Ruqing smiled and nodded: "Well, there is indeed a little man living inside."

“He’s only a little over two months old, he’s probably just starting to take shape, so small, so small.”

“In another two or three months, he will gradually grow up, his fingers and features will develop…”

>“By the time winter comes, he will grow bigger and bigger, rolling and kicking inside me.”

After the Chinese New Year, when it's warm in February and flowers are blooming, he will come out to meet us.

>By this time next year, he'll be able to play the tambourine you made for him all by himself...

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She described, sentence by sentence, what was about to happen.

He crouched before her, his large hand gently stroking her belly. He pricked up his ears, listening intently.

“I’m in such a hurry!” he said.

“I wish this time would go by faster so I can see what our baby looks like.”

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"If he were my son, I'd make him another slingshot and a wooden sword."

"Since she's my best friend, I carve wooden dolls and buy her treats, as long as she likes them..."

He held back his excitement and let his imagination run wild.

Yang Ruqing also pricked up her ears, listening with a face full of longing.

"Tang Ya Zi, do you hope for a son or a daughter?" she suddenly asked.

Luo Fengtang was taken aback, saying: "As long as it's yours, boy or girl, I want it all!"

"Ugh, I don't like hearing wishy-washy talk." She pouted.

"I just want to know, for this baby, if you could choose, would you want a son or a daughter?" she asked again.

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He said, "Telling the truth?"

"Cut the crap!" she shot him a withering look. "I'm not asking you this for idle chatter."

Luo Fengtang thought seriously for a moment, and said, "My daughter!"

“Girlfriend? Why?” she asked curiously.

Let alone this agricultural era, even in the modern society with advanced technology.

Many people's traditional views of patriarchal preference are very difficult to change.

A son is good, a daughter is also good.

Drunken...

"Come on, tell me why. Why do you want this baby to be a girl?" Yang Ruqing pressed.

Luo Fengtang looked at her belly with soft eyes and said, "I just want to see what our daughter will be like."

"Isn't she just like her mother, full of personality, beautiful, and capable?"

Yang Ruqing was stunned, this reason...

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"Hey, Qing'er, I have something interesting to tell you," he suddenly said.

“The last letter from your mother mentioned the day you found out you were pregnant. That night, I had a dream.”

"I dreamt of our child," he said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruqing's eyes lit up, and she became interested.

"Tell me about him, what's he like?"

"It's a girl!"

"He's so adorable, he looks just like you, chubby and round, with two little horns sticking out of his head, wearing a flowery dress..."

"Hee hee, I laughed myself awake and woke everyone else up in the tent..."

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At this point, Luofeng Tang felt a little embarrassed and rubbed the back of her head.

Thinking back to that dream, he couldn't help but smile, the smile reaching his eyes and bottom of his heart.

Yang Ruqing was also full of astonishment.

"According to your description, wouldn't our daughter be about the same as my former chubby girl, huh?"

"It's over, it's over, little chubby girl, what will you do when you can't get married?"

She deliberately hung her head low, and said.

Luo Fengtang also deliberately darkened his face.

“You are not allowed to speak ill of my daughter!” he said.

“As the daughter of Luofeng Tang, I'm definitely someone people would find interesting!”

"Tsk tsk…" she glanced at him sideways, "This little girl isn't even born yet, and you're already protecting her."

"Oh, no wonder they all say that daughters are the little lovers of their fathers in their past lives and the caring little padded jackets in this life. It's really true!"

She pouted, looking wronged.

Luo Fengtang couldn't help but burst into laughter at her appearance.

He stood up and gently embraced her in his arms.

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“What a silly girl you are! Both of you, mother and daughter, are the apples of my eyes!”

I'm out here fighting for my life, no matter how hard or tiring it is. As long as I think of you all at home, my strength returns!

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Just as she was about to speak again of the pangs of longing for those days, she pushed him away.

"Oh my, you're reeking from that rush! Your daughter would protest. Quickly, go to the bathhouse and freshen up before changing your clothes!"

She urged.

If she were to urge him in her own voice, she suspected he would linger by her side, making more unwanted advances.

He immediately put his plan into action, using his daughter as a shield.

“Okay, I’ll go wash it right away. I promise I won’t smoke around my daughter!”

Watching him run to the bathroom, Yang Ruqing patted her belly and smiled slyly.

"Baby, you still have more face than me, your own mother!"

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