Qin Yang almost didn't think, directly picked her up, and even turned off the TV, then walked quickly into the bedroom.
As he placed her onto the bed and was about to get up, his neck was still tightly embraced by the small woman.
"Hmm?"
His gaze was deep, looking at her blurry eyes, becoming even more somber.
Lin Chuxia couldn't handle his focused gaze, nor could she resist his hoarse and sexy voice, so she lifted her chin and kissed him again.
"I've counted the days; it's been about three months..."
Qin Yang's breath caught, and realizing something, he directly turned the small woman over, changing from passive to active.
Just when Lin Chuxia was feeling the man's passion, all movements ceased.
Moreover, the man decisively stood up, looking deeply at her.
She, puzzled, propped herself up, her soft pajamas sliding down with her movements, revealing her snow-white shoulder, "What's wrong?"
