"Not at all," Han Yingying replied, feigning composure.
At her words, Shen Mosheng opened his arms wide, "Then come here."
"Come here for what?"
"Jump into my arms," like always.
"I'm too tired from work today to jump."
"Then I'll hold you."
"No need, no need."
"I'll carry you on my back."
"No need."
Shen Mosheng furrowed his brows, "Yingying, did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all."
"But you, you won't touch me." Shen Mosheng's tone was somewhat aggrieved; he didn't understand what he had done to upset Han Yingying, to the point where she refused to touch him.
Watching his expression, Han Yingying almost laughed out loud, "Shen Mosheng, hold hands."
"Hmm." Shen Mosheng happily took Han Yingying's hand, with the grievances in his heart having dissipated without trace.
"Shen Mosheng, would you be happy if I were pregnant?"
Shen Mosheng stopped in his tracks, looking ecstatically at Han Yingying, "Yingying, are you pregnant?"
"I'm saying if."
