"I believe her." It was just four words without even a frown.
"What makes you think she won't betray you?" His belief made him crazy with jealousy.
"You don't deserve to know." There was undisguised contempt in his tone.
At this moment, the door opened, and the village doctor came out. Dongfang Xing immediately stepped forward, held her shoulders, and asked anxiously and worriedly: "How is she?"
The village doctor looked a little solemn and said: "Her fetus is very unstable. Something happened just a few days ago, and now something happens again. If she is not careful, her fetus will not be saved sooner or later."
"She's fine now, right?" Her words made him tremble with fear.
"She is fine now, but she needs to rest more, not to overwork or worry, and the most important thing is to keep her mood happy." The village doctor warned, but before he finished speaking, Dongfang Xing could not wait to run into the room.
Looking at the woman whose face was so pale that there was no blood at all, my heart ached like a knife.
Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyelashes and waved to him weakly.
He hurried forward, sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and held her wrist, apologizing: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault that made you hurt."
Xiahou Huan'er shook her head and whispered: "It's not your fault, it's all that bastard Aopo's fault. He stole a kiss from me while I was sleeping."
"I know." He said this, but his palm fell on her cheek and wiped it gently. That place was where the kiss that had just fallen proudly on her face was.
She put her face in his palm and rubbed it gently, with a faint smile on her lips: "I thought you couldn't find me this time."
"It was the God of Death who told me that he hid you in space. I have been trying to find a way to get in for the past few days. His defense line has always been very solid, leaving me helpless. But today it suddenly became weaker, giving me an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Dongfang Xing explained.
"I think I saw through the illusion he created, so my telepathy became weak." It was a mistake, but she let him in like this. If she had known she should have turned against him earlier.
Dongfang Xing put his palm into the quilt and gently covered her belly. His voice became hoarse: "Is my son okay?"
Xiahou Huan'er raised her eyebrows and curled her lips with a mocking smile: "Why, didn't you suspect that the baby is not your child? Why are you so nervous now?"
A look of guilt suddenly flashed across his handsome face, and he said in a low voice: "I was just too surprised and thought it was an illusion created by Ao Po. I never doubted you."
"Do you really believe me that much? Didn't you see us in the small room just now..."
Before she could finish speaking, Dongfang Xing immediately reached out and covered her mouth, shook his head and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so impulsive and took action."
At that moment, he was really overwhelmed by Ao Po, and he was so angry that he just wanted to destroy him.
"You really don't doubt me?" Xiahou Huan'er stared straight at him with a faint smile on her lips.
"No." He answered without thinking.
A bright smile suddenly broke out on Xiahou Huan'er's face, she held his hand tightly, her voice was a little hoarse, but she still didn't give up the opportunity to flatter him, and said proudly: "Haha... Fortunately you said that, if not
, I will be very angry, why should I protect myself like a jade for you..."
