Before she could leave the main door, she was scooped up by He Yingdong.
Her petite figure, held in his arms, had no choice but to flail her limbs like an octopus, struggling for ages without escaping his grasp.
He carried her back to the bedroom.
Shutting the door heavily.
He placed her on the sofa, kneeled on the carpet, and embraced her, holding her tightly against him.
"He Yingdong, you bastard, do you know that if I lose this child, I might never be able to have children again? If you don't want this child, it'd be better to kill me."
"... Foolish girl, can't you trust me this once? Would I harm you?" He only let out a cold laugh, tinged with sorrowful despair.
He wanted their child too, more than anyone else, he longed for their flesh and blood, the fruit of their love.
But he could not have it.
He could disregard blood relations to be with her.
But, a child couldn't be had; born, it would certainly suffer severe deformities.
