"Pregnant women need to eat a bit more."
"Nonsense, eating the same as usual is enough!"
He knew that, of course, he just feared that the nutrition would be all taken by the child, and that she would go hungry.
Sheng Qianxia walked to the bookstore next door, picked up a poetry anthology, and handed it to Gong Beiyao, "Gong Beiyao, your voice is so pleasant, could you read it to me?"
Gong Beiyao glanced at the poetry anthology she handed him, the page she casually flipped open was the one recited on the radio.
"...Are you an idiot? A lot of people are watching."
"So, will you read it or not?" Sheng Qianxia pouted, "I just think, you would definitely read it better than the broadcast!"
"Hmph, why should I read it?" Gong Beiyao snatched the poetry anthology and took a look.
Sheng Qianxia dejectedly moved to leave, but then she heard his voice behind her...
"I still really like you, like the anxious love poems I sent you yesterday, never quite right."
