Doctor Tian's voice, carrying a hint of excitement, came through the phone: "Sir, do you have time right now? Could you come to the sanatorium for a visit?"
Gu Shaocheng looked down at the blush spreading across Chenxing's face, deliberated over Doctor Tian's excited tone for a moment, weighed his options again and again, then gritted his teeth and withdrew himself from the throes of passion. Slowly and deliberately, he stood to the side and began tidying his clothes.
Chenxing's post-crisis gesture of patting her chest in relief was nothing short of irritating. A man deprived of indulgence let out soft grumbles, hooked a wicked smile, bent down, and grabbed her chin: "Little pregnant lady, I'll feed you tonight, no need to be regretful."
The next second, Chenxing's face instantly fell.
No way?
Ugh, she protested!
"Where are you going?"
"The sanatorium. Want to come along?"
