After the residual echoes, Yin Tingxue panted, curled up in the bedding, silently gazing at Chen Yi.
Observing his relaxed expression, Yin Tingxue still felt a bit of tremor.
Had she... been dragged along?
Anxiety filled Yin Tingxue's heart. What if Chen Yi turned his back on her afterwards? No matter how much she pleaded, it wouldn't end well.
Perhaps, unknowingly, she would suddenly realize her belly was already that big... just the thought startled Yin Tingxue.
If there was a child, she wouldn't know how to face such a family, a family formed by enemies.
Yin Tingxue more or less figured out that he wanted both her affection and a child; he always wanted everything. With two options, he probably wanted them both, but she wanted neither.
So, in the end, she could only think of this way, to give in a bit more, compromise a bit more. As for what the final outcome would be, Yin Tingxue dared not think.
At this moment, Chen Yi turned over, seemingly about to get out of bed.
