Li Zaijun was initially heartbroken, feeling the pain, thinking that the child was his, but unexpectedly, the child was not his.
Coupled with his longing and reluctance, being overpowered on the sofa by his strong dominance, even resisting couldn't overcome him, and ultimately, she had no choice but to give in to him.
In the living room, the large floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the bustling city, the traffic and lights of thousands of homes connected with the starlight in the night sky, creating a magnificent scene.
At this moment, on the floor-to-ceiling window, two silhouettes on the sofa faintly appeared.
The cold moon hanging high in the night sky couldn't help but gradually hide within the wisps of floating clouds.
...
Meanwhile, far away in the hotel, Wen Yu, preparing for the physics competition tomorrow, couldn't help but sneeze.
"..."
Who exactly, who is thinking about him?
