Qin Mu didn't expect him to act like this, suddenly finding herself at a loss.
With the foam from her lips, he even went on to kiss her snowy white neck, which quickly turned red. Qin Mu tilted her head back, gasping for breath, her hands tightly clutching behind his ears.
After being satisfied, Mu Yichen still held her legs up, not letting go, as he kept panting.
Qin Mu could feel the anger still lingering in his breath, but she didn't care, because she herself was exhausted to death. Her legs felt numb, as if putting them down would hurt to death, but not putting them down would tire her to death.
"When exactly is she going to give birth?"
Mu Yichen asked her softly, struggling to catch his breath.
"How would I know such things? Natural birth is unpredictable. Have you forgotten about Chengcheng?"
"Chengcheng was an accident!"
Mu Yichen remembered Chengcheng because something happened with Qin Mu, which led to Chengcheng being born early.
