Chapter 441: Is This How a Man Should React?

The atmosphere suddenly went quiet for a moment.

Jiang Baobao noticed Li Beijue's gaze and suddenly realized something in a flash of insight.

He just said...

"Feeding" her medicine himself?

Jiang Baobao's heart skipped a beat; she suddenly sensed the essence of that word with keen perception and didn't want to know at all how she had actually taken the medicine.

"Ahem..."

She gave a light cough, her mood suddenly becoming subtle to the extreme.

What exactly happened last night?

How could she not remember a single thing...

She couldn't just ask him directly, could she?

Just as Jiang Baobao was thinking this, she heard the person beside her suddenly speak slowly again: "Besides, I held you all night last night, and you kept saying your stomach hurt..."

"Alright, that's enough! Thank you for taking care of me yesterday!"

Jiang Baobao's earlobes were red enough to drip blood; she hurriedly reached out to stop him from continuing, her eyes full of panic.

Li Beijue, however, loved this look of hers—clearly shy, yet pretending to be nonchalant.

"Then... how do you plan to thank me?"

He asked on purpose.

Jiang Baobao was stunned upon hearing this and looked at him in disbelief: "Li Beijue! I've discovered you've become increasingly thick-skinned lately! What kind of thanks do you want?"

She finally couldn't help but retort loudly, her tone carrying a hint of a smile she hadn't even noticed herself.

Li Beijue was taken aback.

It seemed like it had been a long time since he had seen Jiang Baobao talk to him with this expression.

An expression without disgust, without coldness, and without distance or formality.

Just a little woman who had been teased into a fit of shame and anger by his joke.

Li Beijue's heart stirred, and he suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Baobao looked at him, puzzled.

Li Beijue shook his head and deliberately followed up on the previous topic: "Whatever thanks I want, will you agree to it?"

"In your dreams! Yanbao has a competition today! Hurry up and get ready to leave! We need to rush over and give him the paints!"

Jiang Baobao immediately retorted, and as she spoke, she turned to get out of bed.

The moment she turned, her wrist was grabbed by someone.

"What is it now?"

Jiang Baobao turned her head to look at him, annoyed, her heartbeat already beyond her control.

Her eyes, however, inadvertently glanced at "a certain" place, and she hurriedly shifted her gaze away in a panic.

"Per... vert!"

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out the two words.

Li Beijue had originally wanted to say something, but upon hearing this, he was stunned; he subconsciously lowered his eyes to take a look, his expression also becoming somewhat subtle for a moment.

Yet, he still replied quite calmly: "Isn't this a normal phenomenon? I slept all night holding the woman I like; it would be strange if I didn't have a reaction, wouldn't it?"

"You!"

Jiang Baobao's cheeks burned, and she gained a new understanding of the thickness of someone's skin.

Li Beijue knew when to stop; knowing that if he teased her any further, this little wild cat might really explode, he hurriedly let go of her hand and unhurriedly turned to get out of bed.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to gently ruffle Jiang Baobao's hair.

Jiang Baobao sat on the edge of the bed, watching his figure disappear, and subconsciously placed her hand on her chest, suddenly letting out a long sigh of relief.

A sharp pain came from her lower abdomen again, making her frown fiercely.

She subconsciously reached out to touch her lower abdomen, and then her expression froze.

Why did it feel like...

It seemed like someone had been helping her rub her stomach all night last night...

Jiang Baobao felt like she had remembered something, yet also like she hadn't remembered anything at all, but she suddenly thought of what he had just said.

【I held you all night last night, and you said your stomach hurt...】

Li Beijue's voice seemed to still be in her ears; as Jiang Baobao thought about it, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

The next second, she deliberately pressed them back down.

Who knows if that guy was telling the truth or not!

Maybe he just wanted to stay in the room to sleep!

Jiang Baobao deliberately made up excuses for herself, but she couldn't suppress the sweet and sour feeling gradually rising in her heart.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she suddenly came back to her senses and realized something.

The competition!

Yanbao still had a competition today!

While thinking this, Jiang Baobao grabbed her phone, only to see that there was only half an hour left until the competition started!

"It's over! Li Beijue! We're going to be late!"

Jiang Baobao stood up from the edge of the bed abruptly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Li Beijue walk in from the doorway, holding coffee and unhurriedly explaining: "It's too late to rush over now; the roads are still being cleared. If we go, we'll have to take a detour, so it's better to stay here and watch the live stream online..."

"What are you saying? What about the paints? What about Yanbao?" Jiang Baobao thought of the paints she had worked so hard to buy yesterday, her expression anxious.

Li Beijue hurriedly comforted her: "Everything has been arranged! Don't worry, after the rain stopped last night, I sent people to deliver the paints to Yanbao, and there will be someone to take him to the competition, so you don't need to worry about anything."

Li Beijue had long since arranged everything in advance, and only then did he return to bed to take a nap with someone.

Hearing this, Jiang Baobao felt much more at ease and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

After tidying up a little, the two of them sat down together on the sofa.

The hotel television happened to be able to show the online broadcast.

Jiang Baobao sat on the sofa, fully focused, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Immediately after, the host was heard announcing the rules: "Our competition duration is three hours. The contestants in the youth group can express themselves freely, complete any painting, and submit it to the mentors for evaluation."

There were many children participating.

As the camera panned across, all Jiang Baobao saw were children of eight or nine years old.

"Where is Yanbao? Why don't I see him?"

Jiang Baobao stared intently at the children flashing across the screen one by one.

Li Beijue explained: "It's sorted by age. Yanbao is the youngest contestant in this youth group, so he should be the first one."

"Really? Yanbao is that amazing?" Jiang Baobao was suddenly a little surprised.

Immediately after, she saw Li Beijue nod with a smile and agree: "That's right, our Yanbao is just that amazing."

He deliberately drew out the sound of the words "our".

Jiang Baobao paused upon hearing this, deliberately pretending not to hear, and continued watching the competition.

But not long after...

She suddenly felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen.

Jiang Baobao's expression changed abruptly, and she immediately frowned.

It's happening again!

Can't it just let her watch her baby's competition in peace!

She looked down at her stomach speechlessly, reached out to grab the cushion beside her, and intended to hold it.

But just as she took it, the cushion was suddenly snatched away by another hand.

"Is your stomach hurting again?"

Li Beijue's gentle inquiry sounded.

"Mm, it's not a big problem."

Jiang Baobao nodded casually, her mind entirely on the competition, her eyes fixed on the screen, while her hands tried to snatch the cushion back.

The next second, she felt—

A large, warm hand suddenly covering her lower abdomen!

Her whole body stiffened abruptly, and then she heard the man's gentle and teasing voice ring out in her ear.

"I think... my hand... should be more useful than a cushion."