Especially his chest and abdomen, their muscle lines beautifully defined.
Mao'er swallowed involuntarily, a flush rising to her face.
"Why can't you even wear your pajamas properly? This... This is hardly proper!"
Looking at Mao'er, her face flushed with embarrassment and heat, the corners of Chu Zhenghao's lips lifted almost imperceptibly for a moment.
"It's too hot. I couldn't help it."
"There's air conditioning in the room. How could it be hot?" She didn't feel hot at all. Besides, she was so plump, weighing a hundred and thirty-eight jin.
Mao'er looked into the room, her gaze landing on the air conditioner.
There was nothing wrong with it. Even out on the balcony, she could feel wisps of cool air.
And she was the one who was most afraid of heat. If even she didn't feel hot, how could he?
Could it be because he had been looking after the babies and coaxing them to sleep earlier?
"The babies are still too young, so I didn't dare set it too low." Chu Zhenghao looked every inch the perfect father, putting the children first in everything.
Hearing this, Mao'er suddenly felt a little guilty.
Ever since giving birth, she had been in a bad mood because her figure had changed so drastically. On top of that, the delivery had been difficult because she had given birth to twins, so after the children were born, he had spent most of his time looking after and soothing them.
She walked around him and craned her neck to peer into the room.
She found that the twins' cradles were gone. The professional nanny had probably taken them to the nursery to rest.
"Then aren't the babies sleeping now?"
Chu Zhenghao suddenly pulled her into his arms. "Since they're both asleep, do I still need to