Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

She raised her head, and found Nian Junting looking down at her with a long face.

“Who did you miss?”

“I was talking to Su on the phone,” Luosang said and rubbed her nose in pain. “Why did you sneak up behind me? Why didn’t you call me before you came home?”

“You two are really close,” Nian Junting snorted coldly, “You told her that you miss her, but you’ve never told me the same.”

“You are mine. Why would I miss you?” Luosang gave him a glare, then turned and walked toward the couch.

Xiaosi came to her, wagging his tail. Luosang opened a pack of dried fish to feed him.

Nian Junting curved his lips into a smile, feeling so sweet, as if he had eaten some honey.

He sat down next to her, and put his arms around her. “Say it again, that I’m yours.”

“Em, you’re mine, you are mine,” Luosang kissed him on the cheek, then continued feeding Xiaosi.

“You’re pregnant. Don’t be so close to the dog,” Nian Junting led Xiaosi out of the living room, then closed the screen door to keep him outside.

Xiaosi howled and scratched the screen door with his claws.

Seeing that, Luosang’s heart was softened.

“The backyard is large enough for him to play,” Nian Junting pulled Luosang onto his lap, held her face and kissed her.

Under his passionate kiss, Luosang’s toes curled. She kept glancing around, saying, “Alright, alright, Steward Wu and Sister Lan are both at home. It would be embarrassing if they came in and saw us.”

“Okay, we’re going to stop kissing,” Nian Junting stopped kissing her, then held her in his arms. But his hands were all over her.

Luosang’s face reddened, “I’m pregnant. It’s normal for my breasts to grow bigger.”

“Yeah?” Nian Junting was delighted. “I like them bigger. They feel better than before.”

“It’s not good. I read in a book if the breasts became too big during pregnancy, they might sag after giving birth to the child. If that happened to me, would you stop loving me?” asked Luosang with concern.

She was still young. She didn’t want something like that to happen to her.

Nian Junting was delighted though, as he felt that his woman really cared about his feelings.

‘What can I do, she loves me too much. She’s so afraid that I might stop loving her,’ he said to himself, ‘What should I do?’

“No, I love you, not your breasts,” Nian Junting lowered his head and rubbed her face with his nose.

Being rubbed by his nose, Luosang’s whole body tingled. “It’s only about four. Why are you home so early?”

“Working is boring.”

“What’s not boring then?” Luosang felt a little speechless.

Nian Junting suddenly gazed at her in the eyes and said, “Having sex with you.”

“You dirty man,” Luosang pinched his thigh shyly.

She did that pretty hard, yet he responded with, “Luo, this is so comfortable.”

Luosang really admired how thick-skinned and shameless he was.

…

The next day, around five in the evening, Yan Su tiredly dragged her suitcase out of a nanny van.

“Miss Yan, let me carry your luggage upstairs for you,” Jiaojiao, the new assistant that her company had arranged for her, said attentively.

“It’s okay. It’s not heavy. I’ll get it myself. You’ve been working hard for a few days. Just go home and rest.” Yan Su waved at her, and then walked into the building. She took the elevator to her floor. As she came out of the elevator, she heard the noise of electric drills. She paused briefly, then turned to the left. A door was open, and a few decoration workers had been walking around in the flat.