Baili An shifted from his lazy sitting posture, straightened up his body, and though his arms circled around Ning Feiyan's slender waist, he did not make any additional inappropriate moves.
After hearing Ning Feiyan's teasing words, Baili An couldn't help but laugh and reached out to touch her belly, "What nonsense are you talking about? You certainly cannot be my mother."
Yet she could be the mother of his child.
How could Ning Feiyan not hear the hidden meaning in his words? Her ears suddenly turned burning hot.
Fortunately, he was blind and could not see as she awkwardly dodged his hand, "Your hand is very cold, don't touch randomly."
On hearing this, Baili An also immediately withdrew his hand.
His fingertips slid along her slender waistline, effortlessly snapping the delicate belt looped around it.
Ning Feiyan hadn't expected that he, even while being punished, would still have such "refined interests."
