The moment she was about to step out of the door, she was suddenly lifted by He Yingdong.
Her petite figure was held in his arms, and she could only flail her arms like an octopus, struggling for a long time but unable to break free from his grasp.
He carried her back to the bedroom.
He closed the door heavily.
He placed her on the sofa, half-kneeling on the carpet, holding her tightly, closely leaning against her.
"He Yingdong, you bastard, do you know if I lose this child, I might not be able to have children in the future. If you don't want this child, it would be better to just kill me."
"...Silly girl, can't you trust me just once? Would I harm you?" He only let out a cold laugh, a trace of sorrowful despair in it.
He also wanted their child, he wanted their flesh and blood more than anyone. It was the fruit of their love.
But he couldn't have it.
He could be with her without caring about anything.
