When Lu Sijue liked to conquer her, she had a cold and indifferent personality. In fact, it was difficult to conquer her, only under the bed.
Every time she struggled desperately, but soon her whole body became weak, her face turned red, and even her almond-shaped eyes became extremely attractive. She would look at him watery, her eyes rippling, overflowing with a bit of love for him.
Addicted and adored.
At this time, he seemed to see her love for him on her face.
"Yingluo, stop struggling. I never planned to let you go. You know, you can't escape either. What's more, we already have a child."
"child?"
"Yes, Yingluo, you don't know yet, but you are pregnant and have our child in your belly." Lu Sijue's eyes fell on her belly.
Liu Yingluo frowned, "Lu Sijue, you don't know how you could have such a big misunderstanding. I can't be pregnant. I'm not pregnant."
Lu Sijue felt that it was difficult for her to accept it for a while. Now that she was pregnant, he would coax her no matter how much trouble she made. "Yingluo, I want you to give birth to this child. You owe me a child."
Liu Yingluo knew what he was talking about. She was pregnant with a second child back then, a daughter. He always thought that daughter was from Su Cheng.
Later, when his daughter died, he kept her pregnant and wanted her to give him another child. He said she owed him this.
She couldn't bear it, so on the night she left, she injured him with scissors, took advantage of the chaos, stood on the high platform of Gillian's room, and jumped directly.
She had never seen the child. At that time, she had a caesarean section with her own hands and was shaking all over in pain. He snatched the child away as soon as it was cut out. No matter how she begged, he would not let her take a look at her child.
The child died. Liu Zhaodi said that he ruthlessly threw the child in the trash can.
Thinking of that child, the blush on Liu Yingluo's face faded away and turned pale. Huge guilt, self-blame, and pain filled the top of her heart, making her whole heart ache.
Liu Yingluo curled her fingers, then looked up at him, "Lu Sijue, where is my daughter back then? Where did you take her?"
When this topic was brought up, Lu Sijue pursed his thin lips. He remembered that she didn't know who she heard from, saying that he threw the child into the trash can. During that time, her mental state was particularly poor.
In a daze, he woke up at night and found that she was not sleeping in his arms. He turned on the light and found her huddled in a corner alone, digging through the trash can.
She is looking for the child.
Lu Sijue would not tell her that in fact, the child she gave birth to was not a daughter at all, but a son, Lu Zixian. This was her punishment.
Even if she and Lu Zixian meet one day, he still wants them to know each other as mother and son.
"Liu Yingluo, do you have to talk to me about this? You clearly know that you will make me angry. If I am angry, it will not do you any good."
Liu Yingluo's face was very pale. She looked at Lu Sijue in front of her indifferently, "Then let's talk about my pregnancy. I'm not pregnant. If you don't believe me, you can ask a doctor to come over and check me."
Lu Sijue frowned and his face turned gloomy, "Liu Yingluo, does it make you so uncomfortable to be pregnant with my child?"
"Who told you that I was pregnant?" Liu Yingluo asked.
Lu Sijue lifted his thin lips and said, "Xia Xiwan said it."