An important matter?
Qiao Jing eyed Zhan Qipei suspiciously, her brows delicately arched like painted scrolls as she asked casually, "What matter?"
She couldn't recall anything important that needed doing.
Zhan Qipei's thin lips slightly curved, forming a wicked smile as his deep, magnetic voice charmed, "Of course, it's a major affair—contributing bricks and tiles to the nation's construction!"
With those words, he leaned forward and pinned Qiao Jing down on the bed.
As Qiao Jing fell back, she quickly protected her stomach with her hands, then glared at Zhan Qipei admonishingly, "Slow down, be careful of my stomach!"
This man could be so careless; if he hurt the baby in her belly, that would be troublesome!
"My fault, my fault, I'll be more careful."
Zhan Qipei repeatedly admitted his mistakes, but his tone remained teasingly ambiguous, his hands mischievously wrapping around Qiao Jing's waist.
