Shen Qingqing pushed Jiang Zhixun away and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her head exposed.
She looked at him with a faint gaze, and uttered two words from her unnaturally red lips, "Buzzkill."
Jiang Zhixun: "..."
He didn't mean to be a buzzkill either.
But since he thought of this issue, he couldn't ignore it.
If he were driven by desire and deliberately overlooked potential issues, he'd be too unreliable.
Eventually, Qingqing would get tired of him.
Jiang Zhixun wanted to do his utmost to become a good lover.
Being acceptable was just the basic requirement.
He wanted to be the best!
With a thick face, he squeezed back into Shen Qingqing's bed; the moment their skin touched, even his soul trembled.
"I'm scared."
Shen Qingqing: "Scared of what?"
"Afraid you'll think I'm being manipulative, and end up not wanting a child or me."
Shen Qingqing was momentarily stunned and said in a muffled voice, "Am I the type of person who randomly shifts blame?"
