Su Zhen's cheeks flushed slightly at his words as she turned and walked toward the courtyard, the pearls of the hair-pin trembling gently with her steps.
"You just love to talk nonsense," she scolded playfully, though she involuntarily quickened her pace. Feeling the weight of her slightly protruding belly, she soon had to stop and look back. "Husband, hurry inside. There's still yam and pork rib soup simmering in the kitchen; if we don't eat it now, it'll be chilled clear through."
Han Zhi chuckled and hurried forward, wrapping one arm around her while using the other to support her belly. Su Zhen contentedly accepted Han Zhi's tender care, and the two walked together toward the courtyard.
Chapter 357