But in reality, Ye Chen had consistently been enjoying the tenderness of women.
On one side, Gongsun Yue assumed the role of a girlfriend, tending to Ye Chen daily in the hospital room; on the other side, Liang Yingqi, as the excellent nurse, checked on Ye Chen's physical condition every day. Ye Chen was nearly drowning in the embrace of these beauties. Whenever he wanted to eat, he just had to open his mouth, and Gongsun Yue and Liang Yingqi would immediately bring the food to his mouth.
"Little Yue, did you really make this pastry?" Ye Chen gulped down three pieces. With a blushing face, Gongsun Yue said, "Of course I made it. Didn't you see me bring it in from outside?"
"Haha, just because you brought it from outside doesn't mean you made it!" Ye Chen laughed, "These days, even the child in a wife's belly might not be her own. Not to mention how delicious this pastry is."
