Chapter 403: Pregnant with a baby and remarrying the evil king 13
Yu Beiming opened his eyes and stood up from Wenchi. His expression was calm and unchanged, but his thin lips pursed slightly.
He quickly dried his body, got dressed, and walked to the dormitory.
Mo Xiaohuan sat in front of the bronze mirror, combing her hair quietly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she found that her face was much worse, pale and colorless, and she looked a little tired, and she couldn't lift her spirits.
After being dried, your long hair becomes smooth and smooth, and feels great to the touch.
Mo Xiaohuan was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that Yu Beiming was already standing at the door looking at her.
Yu Beiming glanced at her expression indifferently, walked over and took the comb from her hand, picked her up and walked to the bed: "Why don't you put on a coat when it's cold?"
Mo Xiaohuan was not frightened when he gently picked her up, so she followed him. When she saw that he put her on the bed and showed no intention of leaving, she said: "You...you want to rest here?"
"Can't you?" Yu Beiming asked her, took off her coat and got on the bed, lay down on the bed, pulled her into his arms, and said: "Turn out the lights."
A maid came in and blew out the bright candle, then walked out softly.
The only thing visible in the darkness is the stove outside the curtain, and the smokeless carbon inside is red.
Mo Xiaohuan was suddenly pulled into his arms, and the lights were suddenly turned off. She didn't dare to move for a while, and her eyes turned quietly.
"I'm giving you a chance now. Are you hiding something from me?" Yu Beiming's chin rested on the top of her head, and his warm breath slightly swept over her face.
After hearing this, Mo Xiaohuan raised her head slightly but bumped into his chin. He cried out in pain and looked down at her, but his hand was stroking the top of her head.
In the darkness, she saw his shining black eyes, like the sharp eyes of a nighthawk.
"No," Mo Xiaohuan lowered her head and said calmly, how could she hide something from him?
Yu Beiming was silent for a moment, and wrapped his slender hands around her whole body, placing one hand on her flat belly: "That's not what I feel."
His hand was placed on her lower abdomen, and Mo Xiaohuan's heart was touched. The images from the past broke into her mind. At the same time, in this weather, his hand was also placed on her lower abdomen, but
, her lower abdomen was already bulging at that time, and she could feel the beating of life.
But now this little life is still fragile
"Then what did your feeling tell you?" Mo Xiaohuan lay quietly in his arms, enjoying his warm embrace at all.
Mo Xiaohuan's body temperature is very low, which is also due to her physical condition. In addition, the last miscarriage left the root of the disease and she is even more afraid of the cold. When winter comes, her hands and feet become cold.
Yu Beiming's body temperature is very high, like a stove. Lying in his arms to keep warm is even warmer than the big stove outside the curtain.
Yu Beiming bent her legs and used his own feet to warm her cold lotus feet. He wrapped his hands around hers and said, "You mean to slow me down."
Mo Xiaohuan asked calmly: "What makes you think I'm slowing you down?" She felt strange, she should have hidden it well.
"Feeling" Yu Beiming said succinctly
Mo Xiaohuan burst out laughing. She had only heard of women's sixth sense, but never heard that men also had it.
Yu Beiming was not that interested. He lowered his eyes and looked into her eyes. She looked up at him at the same time. The two looked at each other and time stopped. Mo Xiaohuan took the lead to look away and said "sleep" and then closed her eyes.