The warm, dry, large hand tightly clasped hers, not allowing her even the slightest chance to dodge.
With the disparity in strength between a man and a woman, Qiao An was no match for him at all, and plus she was pregnant, she dared not make any drastic movements.
All she could do was stomp her feet and glare at him fiercely, "Mu Jingxi, don't you understand human speech? I told you to let go!"
"Qiaoqiao, the doctor said that women might get stretch marks from having children."
"I've never gotten those things," Qiao An said proudly.
When she had Little Nuomi, she didn't get anything, and her postpartum recovery was quick.
"No, the doctor said you didn't get them the first time, but the risk is much higher with the second."
Why on earth is this grown man so concerned about stretch marks?
It's really giving her a headache.
Qiao An was extremely impatient, "What exactly are you trying to say? I'm very tired, can you stop bothering me so I can sleep?"
