Ning Yanan never expected him to ask such a question, and she stared at him in a daze for a few seconds.
"Why ask me if you don't trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, Yaya. It's that you keep telling me, over and over again, that this child is Mo Xiyan's. How can you expect me to believe you?" Jiang Jinchen's thin lips were almost touching Ning Yanan's chin.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, she could feel his every movement.
Her body tensed up like a bow pulled to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.
"What, can't think of anything? Then this child can't stay," Jiang Jinchen said as he slowly pushed her body.
Ning Yanan bit her lip, and her complexion changed.
"The pregnancy test report is in the bedside cabinet, with the date of my first prenatal checkup and the baby's size. It can prove the child is yours."
"…"
Jiang Jinchen paused, quickly withdrew, and picked up Ning Yanan.
Holding her, he walked to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer.
