She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

After the first dress rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala ended, it was past 10 p.m. when I came out of the CCTV studio.

Xiao He gripped the steering wheel, and the car drove out of the parking lot. The dry, cold winter night in Beijing felt like a knife scraping against the car window.

Liu Yifei leaned back in the passenger seat, reclined the seat to a semi-reclined position, took off her scarf, folded it neatly, and draped it over her knees.

"Tired?" She turned her head and glanced at him.

"A little. I stood in line for six hours today, and my legs feel like they don't belong to me anymore."

Xiao He stretched his neck and glanced out the window.

"Sis, it's too late, I don't want to drive back to Shunyi. Let's find a hotel nearby to rest."

Liu Yifei didn't think much of it and nodded: "Okay. I'll be coming again tomorrow anyway, so it'll save me the trouble of going back and forth."

The hotel was booked by Xiao He on short notice; it was a five-star business hotel near the CCTV studio.

The lobby was bathed in warm yellow light, and the front desk quickly processed my check-in.

After the elevator doors closed, only the sound of two people breathing could be heard in the small space. Liu Yifei suddenly realized something, pulled her knitted cardigan up her neckline, and said nothing.

The room was on the 26th floor. Xiao He swiped his card to open the door and inserted the card to turn on the electricity.

Liu Yifei followed him inside. She had just taken off her coat and draped it over the armrest of the sofa when, before she could even turn around, he pulled her into his arms from behind.

His arm slipped past her waist and closed around her.

It wasn't the tentative kind of approach before; it was more forceful and more determined...

It felt like I'd been waiting for so long, and finally I didn't have to wait anymore.

Liu Yifei froze for a second, her heart suddenly racing.

She thought to herself, "Wasn't he tired today? How come he still has so much energy?"

She realized that he had booked a hotel downstairs at the last minute, and she hadn't suspected anything at all.

That brat.

"Okay, you say that." She turned her head slightly away, her voice a little hoarse, but the end of her sentence trembled. "You pretended to be tired just for this moment."

"It's really tiring. But tiring as it is..."

Xiao He gently turned her body to face him, letting her lean against the entryway wall. He placed his hands on either side of her ears and looked down into her eyes.

"I can't take it anymore. I've been enduring it every single day since last winter. Today, things should finally come to a head."

Liu Yifei looked up at him, her eyes sparkling under the corridor lights. There was nervousness and shyness in them, but no sign that she wanted to push him away.

She opened her mouth as if to say "You dare," but his kiss landed on her lips.

It wasn't the tentative or knocking kisses of the past; it was a more direct press down, with no gap between their lips.

She let out a very soft whimper, like surrender.

Her body went limp between his arms, her back against the wall, her fingers curling up the fabric of his shirt front.

He gently moved her from the wall in the entryway to the edge of the bed and sat her down.

The delicate, continuous kisses fell like spring rain, sliding from the corners of her lips to her chin, then down... and finally buried in her collarbone.

As he unbuttoned the top button of her cardigan, he said in a low voice, "I really can't go home. I'm afraid Aunt Liu will suddenly rush out and yell 'Stop!'"

Liu Yifei burst out laughing at his words.

She remembered the day her mother caught her red-handed on the sofa, her cardigan buttoned up incorrectly, and dragged her into the bedroom. She unfastened her fingers from the front of his shirt, slid them to his shoulder, and gently pinched it, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy: "If you're afraid of my mom, you can stop now."

"I'm not afraid."

Xiao He gently pushed away her hands that were gripping his shoulders, interlocked his fingers with hers, and with his other hand slowly pulled the unbuttoned cardigan off her shoulders.

"The door was locked from the inside today."

He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt.

Liu Yifei leaned against the headboard, looking at him without saying a word. The corridor light shone on him from the side, outlining the contours of his shoulders and back. It wasn't the same boyish frame she had seen last year when she was unbuttoning his ski suit at the ski resort; it was a broader, more stable, and even more captivating silhouette.

She shifted her gaze from his shoulder to his face, watching him lean closer.

"Then promise me."

"Promise what?"

"You have to be good to me, Liu Yifei." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled, "Don't bully me, don't leave me alone, don't..."

"Absolutely." He interrupted her, leaning down to kiss her neck.

"Then promise me you won't fall in love with another woman." She looked up at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and for the first time, a hint of unease appeared in her eyes.

"The moon represents my heart," he hummed softly in her ear, his voice lower and more resolute than usual.

"Then be gentle—I...I'm scared..." She pressed her forehead against his collarbone, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle. Of course, I'll also use appropriate force."

"Hate……"

She raised her hand and gently punched him in the back.

But as soon as the fist landed, the fingers curled up around the skin on his back, like grabbing a piece of driftwood in a storm.

Outside the window, the moon was full in the depths of winter in Beijing.

The sheer curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 26th floor were gently lifted by the warm air from the air conditioner, and the glass reflected the city's twinkling lights.

The music in the hotel room sped up...

The blanket was kicked to the foot of the bed, and the pillow had somehow fallen onto the carpet. Her fingers gripped his arm tightly, her nails leaving tiny marks on his skin.

The hotel music went from steady to rapid, and then from rapid to a kind of out-of-control rhythm...

"Wait a minute." She suddenly reached out and gently pressed her hand against his chest, her breathing rapid and somewhat erratic. "Where's the protective gear?"

"I didn't buy it."

"You..." She stared at him with wide eyes, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Sister Feifei, weren't you going to have a baby named Liu Yifei?"

Xiao He looked down into her eyes, his breathing still a little unsteady.

"Last winter at our villa in Shunyi, you sat on the sofa and said to me—'Help me have a baby.' Every word you said then was serious. That's why I didn't buy any protective gear."

"But things are looking up now, aren't they? My dream concert is still in preparation. What if I go on stage pregnant with a huge belly? Do you know how important stage design and choreography are for a concert? What would I do if I got pregnant?"

"That's settled then."

Xiao He took her hand off his chest and gently held it in his own.

"Today, we'll leave it to fate. If I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant. From today onward, I'll behave myself and listen to God. If God thinks it's time for us to have a little Liu Yifei, then let her come. If He thinks it's not the right time yet, the concert will proceed as scheduled."

Liu Yifei looked into his eyes, remained silent for a moment, her hand still held in his palm, his thumb gently rubbing the base of her thumb. Then she took a soft breath: "Okay..."

Before she could finish speaking, before she could even finish a sentence, she suddenly sensed something was wrong, and her eyes widened instantly.

"You...you big bad guy! You stinky little brother! You naughty little brother! You bullied me, Liu Yifei! I'll bite you to death!"

She actually opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, quite hard, her teeth sinking into his skin and leaving a complete tooth mark.

Xiao He hissed, but quickly laughed, his voice deep and satisfied: "Go ahead and bite. Anyway, the official announcement has already been posted on Weibo, you can't escape now."

The night was long, with the occasional chirping of a night bird outside the window and the occasional late-night bus passing by in the distance.

When Liu Yifei got tired, she snuggled into Xiao He's arms and continued to sleep. When she woke up, she found that he was still awake, so the two gently embraced each other and continued to talk...

Tonight, I'm destined to be sleepless...

She woke up in the early hours of the morning.

A sliver of pale blue morning light shone through the gap in the curtains. She lifted her head from under the covers and found him lying on his side, watching her. His gaze was calm and quiet, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if he were looking at the most precious scene in the world.

She looked away shyly: "When did you wake up?"

"Just woke up. You've been sleeping for a long time, and the way you looked while sleeping was just like a cat." He pulled the blanket up to cover her bare shoulders.

Which cat?

"That orange one. It's the one you like the most."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and chuckled softly. Morning light slowly seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, bathing the entire room in a soft golden hue. Outside, the sounds of early morning buses and the distant rumble of the city began to fill the air.

He looked down at her eyelashes trembling slightly in the morning light, and suddenly said, "We've officially announced it, and we've even snuggled up in bed together. Shouldn't you call me husband now?"

"Don't even think about it."

Liu Yifei lifted her face from the crook of his neck, her eyes not fully open, her hair disheveled and scattered on his chest, her face still bearing the marks of tired sleep.

"Really not going to call out?"

"I won't call it."

Xiao He didn't say anything, but simply stretched his hand out from under the covers and placed his fingers precisely on her waist.

He gently tickled her, and Liu Yifei jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, laughing and burrowing into his arms.

"No, no, no—you—no—"

"Should we call out or not?"

"No—haha—stop—husband—husband—okay—stop it!"

She was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe in bed, her hair all over her face. She tried to push his chest with her hand, but he grabbed her wrist instead.

His hand stopped, but she was still smiling, her eyes glistening with tears.

"What did you just call me?"

"husband."

She buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, and the tips of her ears were bright red.

"I didn't hear you clearly."

"Husband, husband, husband...are you satisfied now, you naughty little brother!"