Li Zaijun was initially heartbroken and distressed, thinking that the child was his, but unexpectedly, the child was not his.
Coupled with his longing and reluctance, she was pinned on the sofa by him in such a domineering manner. Even if she resisted, she could not go against him, and in the end, had no choice but to acquiesce.
In the living room, the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the entire bustling city, with streams of traffic and a myriad of lights blending seamlessly with the stars in the night sky, creating a magnificent scene.
And at this moment, two vague figures on the sofa were reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The cold moon hanging high in the night sky eventually couldn't help but gradually hide behind the wisps of drifting clouds.
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A heavy thud sounded from the carpet, as if someone had fallen from somewhere, landing on the ground.
The porcelain white vase on the coffee table in the living room was reflected.
