the supermarket in the maternity hospital had everything she needed. 。After preparing a simple maternity bag, she bought another set of pure cotton pajamas for women. 。Back in the ward, Mrs. Li was a...Shen Yian hastily put down the ointment: "Mr. Song, remember to apply it."

After she was done speaking, she ran back to her room and slammed the door shut.

Song Rin came back to his senses, touched his lips, feeling a bit numb and sore. It felt very strange.

So... why do couples like to kiss

Couple

How could he possibly think of himself and Shen Yian as a couple

Thinking of couples, Shen Yian and Gu Cheng used to be a couple. Are the two of them this close now

Gu Cheng hates it even more.

Song Lin turned and went back to his room, his ears subtly flushing.

All night, Shen Yinan and Song Lin couldn't sleep. Their minds replayed the image of them kissing repeatedly.

......

I was thinking that I could sleep in a bit since it was the weekend and I didn't have to work. Who knew someone would be ringing the doorbell early in the morning!

Shen Yian and Song Lin walked out of the room together.

"Mr. Song, are you looking for someone" She rubbed her eyes.

"I don't know."

Song Lin walked to the door and looked through the video phone. He saw who was there and instantly became wary.

He turned his head to look at Shen Yian: “My mom.”

Shen Yian didn't mind, yawned and said, "Then open the door. I'll make breakfast."

Song Lin grabbed her hand and tapped her head: "Shen Yian, wake up a little. That's my mother, what's our relationship now"

"Roommates... living together."

After finishing his words, Shen Yi'an completely sobered up.

Auntie Keemo wouldn't know!

Auntie Mo had also been hinting about wanting a grandchild. But how could she and Song Lin have children if they weren't together

If Aunt Mo found out about the two of them...

Song Lin said, "Go to the guest room and bring your things to my room."

Shen Yian nodded. "Good."

After saying that, she ran into the guest room, grabbed all the clothes from the wardrobe and rushed back into Song Lin's room.

Male hormones surged, and she felt a little embarrassed but didn't dare to stop. She randomly opened a closet and shoved her clothes in, figuring she'd tidy up later.

After finishing, Shen Yian deliberately messed up Song Lin's bed, making it look like the two of them had lived there.

Luckily, she didn't have much stuff. Otherwise, it really wouldn't be possible to move this quickly.

After everything was done, Song Lin also opened the door.

"Mom, how did you get here"

"Where's Yi An Where are the two of you..." Aunt Mo asked as she entered, looking around as if observing something.

Shen Yian rubbed his head and came out of the master bedroom.

"Mom, good morning. Have you had breakfast"

Aunt Mo looked at the room where Shen Yian had just come out, immediately smiled, then stood beside her and glanced at the bed in the room.

chaotic.

She nodded with satisfaction and said, “I specially bought breakfast to eat with you all. Go wash up quickly.”

"Good."

Shen Yian glanced at Song Lin, nodded, and together they returned to the bedroom.

After closing the door, Shen Yian felt a little lost and awkward, not knowing where to stand.

Song Lin saw her nervousness: "Change your clothes first."

Shen Yian became even more nervous: "Change, change clothes"

This room isn't small, but it's not big either. Wouldn't two people changing clothes be obvious

Song Lin turned and walked to the closet, saying lightly, "I'll go change in the bathroom first and be out in a moment. You can lock the door after I leave."

"Uh huh."

Shen Yian looked gratefully at Song Lin.

At first glance, it seemed that Song Lin was not gentlemanly enough. However, even if she went to the bathroom to change clothes first, thinking that Song Lin was waiting outside would make her even more nervous.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Lin opened the closet. With a whoosh, all the clothes Shen Yi'an had just stuffed in fell out and landed on him.

...th his red apron.Powerful arms, a tense chest, and a cinched waist, an apron somehow exudes an aura of forbidden desire."Looking at what" Song Lin leaned against the table, raising an eyebrow slightly...