When Gu Xiaozhan came out of the shower, he saw the woman on the sofa, covered with his white shirt, eyes closed as if she were asleep.
He reached out and picked her up, and Mu Anhan's eyes snapped open. "I can walk on my own!"
The man glared at her fiercely. "You don't want me to hold you?"
"I'm just worried about your wound," Mu Anhan muttered under her breath.
"The wound doesn't matter." Even with a hole blown in his head, Gu Xiaozhan wouldn't care.
Mu Anhan wrapped her arms around his neck. "The baby in my belly will grow day by day, we'll get heavier and heavier. Will you still carry us then?"
"I will." His answer was firm and absolute.
His possessiveness over her grew stronger by the day.
She and the babies were all his.
He put her on the bed, and the two of them lay down together.
Mu Anhan couldn't fall asleep for a long time; the scene from that night kept circling in her mind.
