"What did you say, you've been neglecting me for half a month, what do you want now? Did I ever say I didn't trust you?" Beitang Yao sneered coldly, reached out to tap her nose, and leaned down to nibble on her trembling little mouth. "You can peacefully give birth to the baby."
Her hands were against his solid chest, feeling his masculine aura. As his hands wandered over her body, she shuddered and quickly pushed him away: "No! It'll hurt the baby."
She was someone with principles. If she was pregnant, she couldn't do these things anymore.
"Don't worry, I would never harm the baby. Just now, you seemed to enjoy it, and I didn't harm the baby, right?" He held her tightly and said in a low voice.
"Gurgle—gurgle—" At this moment, a series of discordant sounds came from Xia Qingqian's stomach.
She tilted her head, looking at him awkwardly, pointed to her stomach, and said: "My stomach growled..."
After saying this, another gurgle sounded.
