He Proposed to Me Again Today

Shen Mosheng slept for a full seven hours.

With him locking Han Yingying in his embrace, she had no choice but to maintain the same position for seven hours.

Shen Mosheng's sleeping form was good—he did not snore, grind his teeth, or toss and turn.

Without his usual sharp edge, he looked so harmless in sleep, like a Banished Immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

At first, Han Yingying was in the mood to appreciate this incredible beauty, but as time passed, she nearly went crazy.

Maintaining the same posture for too long not only left her body sore and aching, but more importantly—she needed to use the bathroom!

The urge to urinate grew stronger and stronger, and with teary eyes, Han Yingying desperately shook Shen Mosheng, repeating like a broken record,

"Shen Mosheng, wake up, wake up, wake up…"

His long and curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and Shen Mosheng slowly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion in his gaze, "Yingying?"

That husky voice, slightly raspy, softly calling out her name, was truly leg-melting.

Instantly, Han Yingying felt an overwhelming sense of relief and wept, "Shen Mosheng, you're finally awake."

He stretched out his slender fingers, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled widely. His smile blossomed like a full cherry tree, resplendent and delightful.

"I'm awake now, don't worry."

"Hurry up and let me go, I need to use the bathroom." As soon as Han Yingying spoke, the romance of the room disappeared in an instant.

Shen Mosheng: …

Seeing him not moving, Han Yingying urged in a panic, "Hurry, hurry, it's almost coming out!"

Shen Mosheng let her go, quickly rose from the bed like a carp flipping over, picked her up in his arms, and raced to the bathroom. He placed her on the toilet seat and closed the door.

The whole sequence of actions was fluid like flowing clouds, a picture of perfection.

Sitting on the toilet, Han Yingying paused for a few seconds before a sudden urge raced up her spine, instinctively making her stand up, strip off her clothes, and sit down again.

After dealing with nature's call, she felt refreshed and invigorated.

Satisfied, she took a long breath, stood up, opened the door, and was greeted by Shen Mosheng's tall figure.

Remembering the scene just moments ago, her face turned crimson with embarrassment, and her tongue tied in knots.

"Why why why are you still here?"

"I was worried," Shen Mosheng said, his gaze unintentionally drifting to her stomach, as if assessing whether she had inadvertently "flushed" the baby out as well.

Thinking he was checking if she wet her pants, Han Yingying quickly covered her lower body and glared at him angrily, "What are you looking at, I didn't wet my pants!"

"I wasn't suspecting that."

Realizing her misunderstanding, Han Yingying's face turned beet red, and in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment, she demanded, "Then what are you looking at?"

"The stomach."

"What's there to look at in the stomach?"

"There's a child inside."

Han Yingying: …

She didn't want to talk to Shen Mosheng ever again!

Han Yingying huffed and turned to walk away.

Shen Mosheng silently followed behind her.

Upon seeing the two emerge, Han's mother immediately stood up enthusiastically, "Mosheng, Yingying, you're up."

"Sorry for the discourtesy," Shen Mosheng apologized with proper manners.

"What discourtesy, you're in your own home sleeping. What are you apologizing for?" Han's mother chuckled behind her hand, finding her prospective son-in-law more and more to her liking.

Han Yingying couldn't help rolling her eyes grandly, "Mom, I haven't agreed to marry yet, how are we family already?"

Ignoring her daughter, Han's mother shook with laughter as she gazed at Shen Mosheng.

"Mosheng, stay for dinner before you go."

"Yes."

"Old Han, add two more dishes to dinner since the son-in-law is staying," Han's mother shouted to her husband who was preparing the evening meal before she happily bustled into the kitchen.

Han Yingying, feeling ignored, glared at Shen Mosheng in frustration.

"I will absolutely not marry you, and I am going to get rid of the child tomorrow!"