If this child can leave, she absolutely won't want it.
Whether it's a boy or a girl, it means nothing to her.
"Whatever."
Qin Youxue said indifferently.
Mo Hexuan's hand, which was wiping her hair, paused slightly, then continued as if it did not matter and kept wiping until her hair was half-dry, and then he took a hairdryer to blow it dry.
Mo Hexuan was already adept at these things, serving her, he felt satisfied, not at all bored.
Having put away the hairdryer, he placed the notebook to the side, turned over and held Qin Youxue's body.
Mo Hexuan wrapped her waist, his large hand placed on her lower abdomen, gently caressing it.
"I really love this child."
He whispered softly behind her.
"..."
Qin Youxue faced away from him, staring at the void with eyes full of shimmering coldness.
She curled her lips mockingly and said nothing.
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