Anjue wasn't in a hurry to have her; a cooked duck wouldn't fly away. Instead, he seemed very interested in her lower abdomen, starting to study it meticulously.
"I heard that when women give birth, they often get stretch marks here. If it's a C-section, there will be scars. If Ping Ping didn't look so much like you, and I hadn't done a paternity test, I wouldn't believe you had a child."
Ye Xiaoyu bit her lip and stayed silent.
"Hmm..."
Ye Xiaoyu let out a moan of unbearable discomfort, whether from the effects of the drug in her body or in response to his words.
Anjue laughed, watching her restlessly writhing body and pink skin. His lower abdomen tightened, but he wasn't reckless anymore and didn't rush.
Instead, he was very interested in slowly chatting with her.
"Do you remember when I told you I wanted a child, preferably a daughter? You didn't say anything at the time. Why didn't you tell me? The fact that we have a child."
