Lu Ying's voice was hoarse: "Zhaozhao... I asked Doctor Xiao Chen, he said if the fetus is stable, anytime between three to seven months is possible..."
Shen Yinning was extremely irritated.
Not to mention she was in no mood to do such things with Lu Ying right now, her pregnancy was already more than seven months.
She had concealed it for a month, she was now eight months pregnant.
But she couldn't tell Lu Ying this.
She said coldly, "Your comings and goings tonight have already made me very uncomfortable. If you wish me no peace, and end up causing a tragedy of one corpse and two lives, then by all means, suit yourself."
Lu Ying tenderly kissed her earlobe and the side of her neck, restraining himself: "Then you sleep, I won't disturb you. I just want to hold you."
It was midwinter.
The man's scorching heat pressed against her back, like a large furnace.
The warmth made drowsiness sweep over her, Shen Yinning gradually fell asleep.
Lu Ying had no intention of sleeping.
