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I went downstairs, An Ning was about to leave, An's mother pulled her and looked at her loose clothes, then hesitantly asked in a low voice, "Ningning, are you pregnant?"
An Ning was silent for a while, then nodded, "Why didn't you tell the family about such a big thing?!" An's mother was both surprised and happy, "Oh! This is great, soon there will be two babies in the family, the old man..."
"Ah, Mom, don't tell Dad for now. Let's wait a while... I'll come back home with Yiyang and tell him then, it will be a surprise for him." An Ning grabbed An's mother's arm.
"Okay, I'll try to keep my mouth shut," An's mother said, smiling and covering her mouth with her hand.
Three people not far away.
"Hey, what are those two mother and daughter chattering about over there? Your mom is laughing so happily."
An's father muttered with a curious expression on his face, making An Yuan and Zhang Moyan want to laugh. Then An's father changed his expression.
"Why don't you go over and listen, An Yuan, and then come back and report later."
"Dad." An Yuan felt helpless, as An's father had always been bossing him around since he was a child.
"Why don't I go instead." Zhang Moyan patted An Yuan's shoulder, asking him to accompany An's father to sit and wait on the side, while she straightened her clothes and walked over to the two of them.
An Ning looked at Zhang Moyan walking over with a smile on her face, "Mom, you and dad, go eat first, I have something to talk to Zhang Moyan about."
"Okay, you're also a pregnant woman now, you have to take care of yourself!" After repeated reminders, An's mother finally left.
The sun is shining through the fine cracks between the trees, scattering on the ground. Two people are standing under the trees.
"Can you tell me some information about Yiyang?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know about this either," Zhang Moyan's words had not yet fallen, An Ning's face suddenly turned pale, she thought Zhang Moyan would refuse, but she didn't expect it to be so direct.
"I know I was wrong about many things in the past, but now, can't you help me once for the sake of An Yuan's face?"
Zhang Moyan looked at An Ning and said, "Alright, since you mentioned An Yuan, if you can tell me one thing that proves you genuinely care for An Yuan, I will tell you."
An Ning fell silent immediately, then tears started to flow.
"I gave you a chance. Since you won't speak, I'll just leave." Zhang Moyan pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it into An Ning's hand. "Wipe your tears. It's not good to be seen crying on the street."
"...When I was a child, I shared candy with An Yuan. This should count too." An Ning didn't take the handkerchief. She quickly grabbed Zhang Moyan's sleeve, tears streaming down her face.
Zhang Moyan gently shook off An Ning's hand and said, "Sorry, my grandfather has been keeping a close eye on me recently. He doesn't want me to have any involvement with anyone other than An Yuan."
"I'm sorry. I know I've done a lot of wrong things, but can you please be forgiving and tell me, even just a little bit, it's okay..."
Looking at An Ning and Zhang Moyan, my heart trembled, sighed, and now what's the point of investigating what she did? An Yuan is already staying by his side, and the reasons for those things are simply because of falling in love with someone but not being able to have them.
"If you think so, then I can only tell you that he lives in this world, but he cannot control himself, so you should give up on this idea."
"Do you know where he is?" An Ning's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope.
Zhang Moyan shook his head in silence.
Knowing—Knowing—
Zhang Moyan He raised his head to look at the big tree behind him. It wasn't summer yet, but he seemed to hear the sound of cicadas.
"An Ning, how are you?" An Yuan looked at Zhang Moyan with concern in his eyes.
"I'm fine." Zhang Moyan gently embraced An Yuan, feeling suddenly lucky in that moment.
Due to the fact that the two elderly people will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, they did not return home that night and stayed in the hospital room they had been in before.
Although the room conditions were still acceptable, there was no hot water supply in the bathroom, so Zhang Moyan had to go outside to fetch hot water in a basin to wash An Yuan's feet.
An Yuan Sitting on the bed, slender feet soaking in warm water, "How's the temperature? Is it too cold?"
"Well, this is just right."
The fire dragon in his hand gradually swelled, and Zhang Moyan finally couldn't help but dig out An Yuan, reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, and then forced him to look at her face full of desire. "An Yuan, if I hold back any longer, I will die from bursting with passion. Do you really have the heart to do that?"
A tender attack combined with a feigned show of weakness.
Looking at the large beads of sweat on Zhang Moyan's face, An Yuan hesitated in his heart, "How about I use my hand to help you with that."
The fire dragon in his hand jumped and said, "This will only provide temporary relief, not a permanent solution."
"What should we do?" The big hand began to roam all over An Yuan, teasing his sensitive areas. Perhaps it had been too long, as just a few light touches reignited the desire that had subsided.
Underwear and towels were thrown out of the blanket, "Not now!" An Yuan struggled, but encountered Zhang Moyan's hand exploring the posterior orifice, a middle finger deeply inserted, and the whole body instantly relaxed.
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