"Don't leave me! Please!"
Lei Yating's eyes were squeezed shut as she mumbled in her sleep. A fine layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, and her pallid complexion made her look exactly like a corpse.
Woken by her tossing and turning, Fu Tingshen furrowed his brows in impatience.
But he couldn't lash out at Lei Yating. Before turning on the light, he carefully adjusted his facial expression.
He mentally cast a cursing Spell, "Bitch, can't you just stay quiet in the middle of the night?" Outwardly, however, he asked, "Tingting, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Turning on the light, his heart dropped at the sight of Lei Yating's clearly abnormal state.
His first reaction was to throw back the blanket and check her stomach. Though she was only six months pregnant, her belly was terrifyingly huge. The pale skin was stretched taut by the child inside.
