She looked flustered, her heart beat even more anxious.
Only now did she understand that Mo Chuxi's erratic behavior recently was due to the influence of medication.
But why did Song Muchu do this?
Why?
She was bewildered, anxious to escape, when suddenly she saw Mo Chuxi tying her hands with a baby onesie.
"Xi!"
Yan Xinxin cried out in fear, her eyes turning red with fright.
"Xi, wake up, I'm Xinxin, I'm Xinxin, you can't bear to bully me like this, you wouldn't, Xi, let me go, the baby is kicking, I feel uncomfortable, let me go, Xi..."
"Is the baby kicking?"
Mo Chuxi asked with knitted brows, but his smile seemed not as warm and gentle as before.
He reached out, lifted Yan Xinxin's dress, and his slightly cool palm gently caressed her belly.
Yan Xinxin felt cold all over, yet her cheeks were burning hot.
Mo Chuxi bowed his head, and his thin lips gently kissed her swollen belly.
"Our baby is really moving."
He suddenly exclaimed with joy.
