He spoke, his light kiss landed on her earlobe.
Such a faint and ambiguous touch, it really made Yan Xinxin feel like she was about to lose control.
"From now on, you must always stay by my side, understand?"
He gently instructed, his husky voice like the timbre of a cello, resonating deeply by her ear.
Yan Xinxin slowly retreated, pulling some distance between them.
"Don't worry, I will protect the baby in my belly."
"Yan Xinxin, sometimes it's not a bad thing for a woman to be a bit soft."
"Mo Chuxi, when you become a parent, you'll understand how great a mother's and father's love can be."
"I'm looking forward to it."
He curved his lips into a smile.
Yan Xinxin blinked as she looked at him, but she suddenly felt uncertain.
This man, who strongly insisted she give birth to the baby—could he really provide the child with a complete family?
And also...
Thinking about little Chenxi, Yan Xinxin felt a sharp pain clutching her heart.
