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At night, two small hands were propped up on the French windows of the villa.

Liu Yunshu looked at Mo Chengyan leaning against the window. "Ayan, are you sure this is the latest push-up?"

A hint of guilt flashed in Mo Chengyan's eyes, and then he began to talk nonsense with a straight face.

"Of course it's the latest! You can ask me if you don't believe me."

Liu Yunshu turned her head and looked at Mo Chengyuan with a mixture of belief and doubt. He was supporting Liu Yunshu's waist and correcting her posture.

He glanced down at Mo Chengyan, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and then softly said to Liu Yunshu, following his words, "It is indeed a new training method."

Liu Yunshu twitched her two cat ears and temporarily believed their lies.

"Okay, let's hang in there a little longer."

Warm yellow moonlight streamed in through the French windows, falling on Liu Yunshu and making the cat's tail behind her look fluffy, swaying gently with her breath.

Mo Chengyuan held her waist, his fingertips gently tracing her waistline.

Feeling the delicate skin beneath her palm, she spoke in an extremely gentle voice: "Straighten your back a little more, don't slouch, or you'll get tired easily."

A moment later, Mo Chengyan coaxed softly, "Sweetie~ you're too tense. Relax a bit, or your arms will be sore tomorrow."

Liu Yunshu gazed at the crescent moon outside the window, blinked, her eyes began to glaze over, and her arms started to tremble slightly.

***

The next morning, Zhang Ma took the dirty clothes out of the laundry basket and prepared to put them in the washing machine to wash.

"Huh? Why is there a carpet here?"

Aunt Zhang held a corner of the carpet, watching the water droplets trickle down the edge, her face full of confusion.

This carpet isn't for the bedroom? How come it got so wet overnight, and it feels sticky? It doesn't seem like it was just splashed with water. Did they spill milk?

She glanced towards the bedroom and muttered in a low voice, "What time did those three kids keep going until last night?"

Aunt Zhang shook her head and put the clothes into the washing machine separately.

Then she walked towards the kitchen, muttering, "Luckily, I took some traditional Chinese medicine with me. I'll have to give them a good boost later!"

The three people, still fast asleep, had no idea that they were about to receive a bowl of Zhang Ma's nourishing soup.

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Just as the two Mo brothers were planning their wedding, Liu Yunshu was found to be pregnant, and the two brothers were overjoyed and wept.

Mo Chengyuan's usually calm face couldn't hide his excitement. "Yun Shu, thank you! You've worked so hard! Let's postpone the wedding."

Mo Chengyan carefully wrapped his arms around Liu Yunshu's waist, his palm gently resting on her still flat stomach.

"The wedding can be held whenever it's scheduled. Right now, the most important thing is you and the baby. Walk slowly from now on, and tell me what you want to eat or do. Don't do it yourself."

Liu Yunshu knew, of course, that they meant well for her, so she nodded obediently.

Then, as if remembering something, she hesitated slightly and asked, "My true form is a cat, so will the child be a kitten or a baby?"

Mo Chengyuan: (ㅎ.ㅎ)

Mo Chengyan: ⚆_⚆?

"This..." The two looked at each other, clearly the question was beyond their scope.

Mo Chengyuan was the first to come to his senses. He gently stroked the soft hair on Liu Yunshu's head with his fingertips, his voice filled with a comforting smile: "Whether it's a baby or a little dumpling, they are both our darlings."

"Yes, yes!" Mo Chengyan nodded hurriedly, and gently rubbed her lower abdomen twice with his palm.

"Whether it's a crying baby or a kitten rubbing against our hands, we love them all!"

And so, under the expectant gazes of the three, Liu Yunshu's belly grew bigger day by day.

Aunt Zhang followed Liu Yunshu around every day, like a worried old hen, busy with everything for her.

She would also frequently nag the two brothers, telling them to stop causing trouble.

On the day of his 4D ultrasound, Mo Chengyuan made an appointment in advance at a private hospital and specially invited the most senior ultrasound doctor in the industry.

Fortunately, two small human-shaped outlines were clearly reflected on the ultrasound screen at the end.

Although the two brothers were looking forward to the kittens, their eyes still welled up with tears when they saw the two human-shaped figures curled up on the screen, with their tiny fists clenched in the background.

Mo Chengyuan took the photo and gently stroked the two small figures on it with his fingertips.

When he looked up at Liu Yunshu, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed: "Thank you for your hard work, Yunshu."

Mo Chengyan immediately moved closer to Liu Yunshu, carefully helping her sit up, and draped his coat over her shoulders, chattering away.

"It's windy outside, let's hurry home. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to make your favorite pigeon soup to nourish you and the babies."

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That day, Liu Yunshu was leaning back in a recliner in the courtyard, enjoying the breeze and eating fruit.

Suddenly, she felt a warm flow running down her thigh, and the blueberry she was holding between her fingers fell abruptly onto the wicker chair.

"A-Yuan...A-Yan..." Her voice trembled, and she subconsciously tried to get up by supporting herself on the armrest of the recliner, but was nailed to the spot by a sudden pain.

Mo Chengyan and Mo Chengyuan rushed out of the house almost simultaneously, "Yun Shu! What's wrong!"

"I...I think I'm going into labor!" Liu Yunshu clutched her stomach, her face pale.

Mo Chengyuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he rushed to the side of the recliner almost instantly, carefully picking up Liu Yunshu in his arms.

"Don't panic, I'll carry you to the car. The hospital has already made arrangements."

His voice was a few decibels faster than usual, but it still carried a reassuring calmness. His fingertips gently stroked her pale cheek. "Take a deep breath. We're here with you."

Mo Chengyan followed closely behind, quickly heading to his car while simultaneously calling the doctor.

We arrived at the hospital quickly, where the medical team was already waiting at the entrance.

Seeing the car stop, they immediately pushed a stretcher to meet her and escorted her into the delivery room.

Just as the two brothers were anxiously waiting, two clear yet soft cries suddenly came from the delivery room.

Before long, the nurse came out carrying two little ones wrapped in blue swaddling clothes and said to the two men with a smile, "Congratulations, gentlemen, it's twins, and both mother and babies are safe and sound."

Without even glancing at the child, the two asked in unison, "How is my wife?"

The nurse was taken aback by the two people's urgent questions in unison, then smiled and replied, "Mrs. Liu has already returned to her ward..."

Before she could finish speaking, the two of them swept past the nurse like a gust of wind and rushed straight toward the ward.

Nurse: ⚆_⚆?

Twins: (ㅎ.ㅎ)

In the ward, Liu Yunshu leaned against the soft pillows, her face pale. She slowly opened her eyes when she heard familiar footsteps.

"You're here? You've seen the babies, haven't you?"

The two then realized they hadn't had a chance to see the two little ones yet, and they both touched their noses guiltily, saying, "Seeing you is more important first."

Liu Yunshu was amused by the two's nervous appearance and smiled slightly. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the ward door being gently pushed open.

The nurse walked in carrying two swaddled babies, smiling and joking, "Gentlemen, now it's time to see your little ones!"

The two of them nervously took the swaddled baby, one in each hand, and their hearts melted as they looked at the tender little face in their arms.

Liu Yunshu leaned against the pillows, watching this scene with a gentle smile in her eyes, and said softly, "You haven't given them names yet."

Mo Chengyuan looked down at the baby's furrowed brows in his arms, his voice gentler than ever before: "Brother's name is Mo Qingyun."

Mo Chengyan gently touched the baby's soft little chin with his fingertips, his eyes filled with joy.

"Then let's name our little brother Mo Qingshu! 'Qing' represents our brotherly feelings, and 'Yun' and 'Shu' both contain your name, so that our family will always be together."

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Three years later.

The two little ones, dressed in little suits, each holding a small flower basket, followed behind Liu Yunshu.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the church, casting dappled patterns of light on the red carpet.

Liu Yunshu held a bouquet of pure white lilies of the valley in her hands and walked towards Mo Chengyuan and Mo Chengyan.

The two were dressed in sharply tailored black suits, their pocket squares echoing Liu Yunshu's lily-of-the-valley white dress.

From the moment she stepped onto the red carpet, all eyes were fixed on her.

The two little ones walked with unusually serious steps despite their short legs.

With a stern face, Mo Qingyun scattered the petals evenly and neatly, much like Mo Chengyuan's composure.

Mo Qingshu smiled broadly, scattering flower petals here and there, and waving her chubby little hands at her fathers, looking exactly like a carbon copy of Mo Chengyan.

The priest stood before the altar, watching the scene unfold before him, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes.

"Mr. Mo Chengyuan, Mr. Mo Chengyan, are you willing to cherish Ms. Liu Yunshu forever, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, and to spend the rest of your lives with her?"

Mo Chengyuan stepped forward, gently grasped Liu Yunshu's hand with his fingertips, and said in a firm voice without the slightest hesitation: "I do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chengyan immediately replied, placing his other hand over their clasped hands, his tone full of tenderness: "I am willing too, in this life and the next, I am willing."

Looking at the undisguised love in their eyes, Liu Yunshu felt a slight sting in her nose. She sniffed and smiled as she replied, "I do."

The church bells rang softly, their sound seeping into the sanctuary along the patterns of the stained glass windows, landing on the three people embracing.