His grip was strong, and it hurt Lu Meng a lot.
Her face scrunched up, and she kept shaking her head, trying to shake off his hand.
"Let go of me, let me go."
"Lu Meng, do you even have a heart?" Song Yunchi sneered, "Can't you feel how I've been towards you? I admit it was wrong of me to find a girlfriend. But the situation was special, and I've explained it to you. I'm not trying to make excuses for myself, but except for hugging and holding hands, nothing happened between us. If you can't forgive me, I'm willing to atone and make up for it. I feel heartbroken that you're pregnant. Knowing you have morning sickness and are being tormented, I take time every day to learn cooking just so that when you need me, I can make something good for you to eat, so you can fill your belly. Even if you can't eat much, you need to eat a bit; after all, the baby still needs to develop and needs nutrition."
