Translate : Childish Flower

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Gao Tianchen walked freely, but left Mu Jin a restless and sleepless night.

    The next day Mu Jin went to work in the bookstore as usual. Gu Ziqian was standing in front of the bookcase, sorting out a batch of newly arrived books. Seeing that he was coming, he greeted him with a gentle smile, but he saw a picture of Mu Jin. Pale face, thick black halo under his eyes.

    Gu Ziqian saw him look very bad, and wanted him to go to a small room to rest. Today is not a weekend and there are not many guests, but Mu Jin softly refused.

    "I'm fine, but I didn't sleep well last night. It will be fine in a while."

    Gu Ziqian is a little worried. He has an instinct these days with Mu Jin. The other party seems to have some difficulties, but he is unwilling to open up his heart to tell others and tell himself. Closed tightly until he was bruised and bruised by the pressure.

    One morning, Mu Jin didn't have a good spirit at work, and he was in a trance. He usually touched him happily. Today, either accidentally bumped into the display board, or carelessly charged the wrong money.

During the lunch break, Gu Ziqian went to the front desk to make a cup of hot tea. When he came back, he found that Mu Jin was lying quietly on the sofa. His haggard face was full of unconcealable tiredness, and his hand touched his belly gently. In circles.

    Gu Ziqian sometimes feels that Mu Jin is really distressing. This person is always fragile and strong.

    "Xiaojin, I know you are uncomfortable. Go back and rest for a while," Gu Ziqian said softly, even imploring, "There are not many guests in the afternoon. I can deal with it alone." It was

    really uncomfortable. He was last night. Sleepless all night, staring at the first gleam of the morning light from the quiet night, the heavy tiredness is about to swallow him, and the child in his abdomen is disturbed, and the restless faint pain, he finally can't hold on NS.

    "Thank you... for always causing you trouble." Mu Jin looked at the gentle man in front of him with some guilt, stood up straight on the sofa, wrapped the scarf, and hobbled out of the shop.

    Mu Jin felt that the familiar road he took to and from get off work every day was so long, as long as it had never been before. he dragged her tired body and moved slowly, but it seemed that she would never reach the end.

    Mu Jin moved his legs mechanically until his body touched the soft quilt. The senses of his whole body were instantly relaxed, and he did not struggle. No matter what the tiring wave wrapped him, his thoughts and thoughts lost his armor.

    When Gao Tianchen opened the door and came in, the first thing he saw was Mu Jin curled up on the bed and sleeping soundly.

    Afraid of waking the other person, he took a light step, put the things he bought aside, quietly sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the person on the bed, very quiet.

    He remembered that Mu Jin had a very pale skin before, and Xu had been in poor health since he was a child, but now he is a little more pathologically fairer than he is already, and there is a hint of transparency in a trance.

    He carefully traced the other's facial features bit by bit. In fact, Mu Jin and Mu Ze are not very similar. Although the shape of the eyebrows are somewhat similar, the temperament is completely different.

    If Muze's face is exquisite and lovely, Mujin is more delicate. Although not stunning, it is soft and comforting.

    Mu Jin was sleeping in a quiet curled up like a baby, and when she fixed her eyes, she trembled faintly, with fine sweat oozing from her forehead, which seemed a bit painful.

    Gao Tianchen was a little worried, and lightly opened the quilt he was covering, his hands under the quilt tightly covered his abdomen, the clothes in front of his abdomen were gripped tightly, and his body was a little stiff.

    The months were getting bigger and bigger, and the mother was feeling frustrated. The child was very restless and protested in Mu Jin's belly, so much that he frowned even in his sleep.

    Gao Tianchen warmed his hands, slipped into Mu Jin's quilt, and pulled his hands away from his abdomen to prevent him from hurting himself. Then he gently stroked the warm and raised abdomen of the other party, carefully Rubbing and releasing his pheromone to soothe Mu Jin's spasm nerves.

    Unknowingly, the child is already this old in Mu Jin's belly, and soon his first child will be born.

    Mu Jin's frowning brows gradually stretched, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands relaxed on her chest, and her expression eased a lot.

    In his sleep, he only felt that he was in an intoxicating dream, and his tired and feeble body was caressed by the warmth. It was a beautiful dream that he had never had before.