His eyes fell on her belly, which was snow-white and bulged like a small ball.
The corner of his mouth smile became colder, and he hugged her horizontally.
There was blood on her feet, but she tried desperately to tear and kick him.
"Long Feili, don't touch me!"
Stone bed, quilt.
She was thrown onto the bed, she flinched towards the corner, her eyes filled with tears, and she glared at him.
He leaned over her, his breath cold and fiery.
"Do you want it?" Disdain and ridicule flashed through Mo Hei's eyes.
"How does he serve you, is that so?"
She closed her eyes and let the tears spread.
He suddenly moved like crazy.
Dirty body, isn't it
He hates her, she knows. She hates him, and he knows it.
It's just that what he'll never know is that she doesn't hate her as much as she shows.
Fake real drama.
How many hours are there until dawn? As soon as the blade fell, everything in the past was completely cut off from then on.
So be it.
Send her to hell with this child and a chilling eternal secret.