Feng Yu twitched her hand, and when Xin Moge refused to let go, she suddenly exerted force and pulled it out. Then she stood up, picked up the stool she was sitting on, and sat down opposite Xin Moge.
, across a table from Simoge, said bluntly: "I'm not pregnant. I've said it before, and now this is the last time, whether you believe it or not."
Xin Moge's expression suddenly darkened slightly, but he soon returned to his original state. He stood up and walked towards Feng Yu opposite, asking as he walked: "Really not?"
Feng Yu stood up unconsciously and backed away step by step as Xin Moge approached, "Really not!"
"Aren't you lying to me?" Hearing the voice, Xin Moge quickly and accurately grabbed Feng Yu's wrist to prevent her from retreating. One pair of eyes cannot see, but it is better than the eyes that can see.
It's sharp and as black as ink.
Feng Yu met her at first sight and found it difficult to look directly at her. Just like that night, she smiled lightly and said, "What did I lie to you for?"
Xin Moge listened, a trace of disappointment rising in his heart. He kept clasping Feng Yu's wrist under Feng Yu's constant pulling. After a moment, the other hand slowly touched Feng Yu's face, and Xin Moge said in an unchanging tone.
: "Not now, but there will be in the future. When you have a child, give birth to him."
Feng Yu was slightly annoyed and blurted out: "Why!"
"Because, I like it, I want you to give birth to a son for me." He was so domineering as if it were natural, Xin Moge said without changing his face.
Feng Yu almost crossed her in one breath. I have seen someone domineering, but I have never seen someone so domineering. Just saying "he likes it", she will give birth to a son for him? Damn it, what does he think of her Feng Yu? "You...
…”
"Don't always go against me." Xin Moge touched Feng Yu's face with his hand, and immediately blocked Feng Yu's lips with his fingers.
The next moment, Xin Moge pulled Feng Yu into his arms. He didn't know whether he was in love with her or not, and he couldn't be sure because he had never felt this way before, and he had never felt it for any woman before.
Strange, so strange that even he couldn't tell the difference, but he had to admit that she was a little different to him. He didn't want her to leave, and he didn't want to be without her. When she asked those words in the hot spring, the feeling rose in her heart.
The tenderness is still very clear, and now it emerges unconsciously.
Feng Yu didn't move. She felt that she should push Xin Moge away, but she never made any move. The embrace at this moment made her feel a little strangely greedy. If he likes her, if he doesn't force her so much, he will be good to her.
A little bit... Thinking like this involuntarily, Feng Yu felt a little moved. But, would he be as he thought?
Time passed in silence. There was silence in the room...
-----Boundary Line-----
Xin Moge has always had a mysophobia and did not go to bed to rest all night. Feng Yu did not go to bed either and spent the night lying face down on a stool.
Early the next morning, it was bright and the window began to turn white. Feng Yu, who was lying on the table, woke up slowly, rubbed her head, and saw Xin Moge standing by the window with his back to her and his hands behind his back.
The next moment, Feng Yu's mind unconsciously recalled the "hug" last night. After hesitating for a moment, she stood up and walked over.
After getting closer, Feng Yu realized that Xin Moge's face was unusually pale, "You..."
Xin Moge suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Feng Yu's words were interrupted by Xin Moge suddenly vomiting blood. Feng Yu was extremely worried and hurriedly felt Xin Moge's pulse.
