She was painfully aware of just how much Shi Che did not want her child. If she took advantage of his drunken state to do such a thing, once he sobered up, he would surely be furious.
Their relationship had finally undergone a subtle change during this time, no longer as cold as before. If she proceeded, the delicate change between her and Shi Che would vanish, plunging them once again into a cold war.
For some reason, she no longer wished to have such a strained relationship with Shi Che; she actually hoped that things between them could continue as they were.
Yet, if she let this opportunity pass, Shi Che might never touch her again. How would she get pregnant?
Ling Chuxia found herself caught in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to push through or not. As she grappled with her thoughts, her slender, fair fingers unconsciously tapped Shi Che's bare chest—lightly, feather-light in touch, yet inadvertently stirring up tempestuous waves.
