Li Yi looked at the bashful little woman in his arms, feeling a stirring in his softest place. Ni Xuanyi felt the light dim as Li Yi's lips descended upon hers, touching her lips tenderly with a familiar masculine scent enveloping her.,Ni Xuanyi wore a comfortable maternity dress, her hair not tied up, sitting quietly by his side, munching on an apple and watching him.,Liyi put a big cross behind that name and then pointed to another one, asking, "What about this one"。