The sun was shining very brightly and warming the earth, heralding the middle of summer, showing that it really was so. It was really quiet and peaceful in Bubu Pharmacy today. There weren't really any customers and no one was crowding at the entrance with a bunch of prescriptions. In general, today we could breathe deeply.

You were also there, sitting on a bench inside and enjoying the pleasant coolness that the premises provided. It really wasn't that surprising for you to be here, especially over the last two years. In the end, you were glad that you could just come and sit here in the usual pleasant company. Especially when the owner of the place himself was calmly and unhurriedly working nearby, double-checking the availability of several medicines on the shelves.

As usual, without making any unnecessary sounds, Changsheng carefully crawled closer to you so that she could once again place her small snake head on your already considerably grown pregnant belly. Since the baby inside was big enough to move and kick a little, she began to spend more time in your arms or cuddled up against your side. Although even if you all saw her attitude towards the little creature inside you, she tried to remain just as proud, not showing excessive softness, but still doing it not so harshly. As expected, when the move was made, Qiqi, who was also next to you on the bench and drinking the cold milk that you brought her, turned her head in your direction. It was also not surprising how each time she showed curiosity about your new state, unable to fully remember anything except your name.

This calm atmosphere lasted for some time before your hand rose to your stomach again and that thoughtful expression that did not escape the attentive eyes appeared on your face again. And this has definitely happened for the third time in the last ten minutes.

"Something is wrong." A soft hissing sound came from the snake, something between a question and a statement. As if she was trying to make sure she had noticed correctly. Baizhu, who had only been partially paying attention to your conversations, heard this statement and turned his head towards where you were sitting.

"What do you mean?" There was a faint note of concern in his voice, not too strong or noticeable so as not to stress you out, but it was there. He turned his body completely, while simultaneously setting a small notebook down on the counter. "{{user}}, does it hurt somewhere?"