While sleeping, she turned on her side and curled up in pain. Thinking of what Shang Mengwan said, a sour taste penetrated her heart, and the corners of her eyes were a little hot.

She bit her lip, but her mouth still couldn't help but let out a low moan, full of pain.

At this moment, a light rain fell outside, the sound of dripping rain kept hovering in her ears, and the cold wind blew in from outside the unclosed sliding door.

She didn't have the strength to close the door, she just stared blankly at the curtain raised by the wind, and became more and more tired.

……

At ten o'clock, as soon as Feng Hao came home, he heard Lily say that Xia Yucheng's face was ugly, probably because he was a little unwell.

"Why didn't you call me?" he frowned, hurried past Lily, and walked briskly up the stairs. I don't know why, as long as it's about her, he can't be calm.

"Miss Xia said she didn't rest well!" Lily didn't follow, turned around and called the doctor.

Entering the bedroom, Feng Hao stood in front of the bed, Xia Yucheng's body curled up on the side of the big bed, with his back to him.

It was only ten o'clock, and she usually didn't go to bed so early, so he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Orange, are you asleep?" he got into bed, leaned over to the side, and his fingers combed her black hair, gently, softly......

"Hmm......" She snorted as his body touched her, and her body subconsciously ducked to the side.

"What's wrong, uncomfortable?" Feng Hao reached out and pulled her body into his arms.

"No!" Xia Yucheng turned around slowly, her confused eyes hid a little pain and uneasiness, and the sound of rain outside the house became louder and louder, like that nightmarish rainy night.

Feng Hao hugged her tightly, her thin lips gently tapped her slightly cool lips, and slowly grinded. The palm of his hand dug into the sheet, and naturally stroked her slender legs, but she was clearly trembling.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She was about to say something when suddenly a wave of nausea hit her, she half-propped herself up, covered her mouth with one hand, and retched a few times.

"Orange ......" he stared at her tightly, "you...... Pregnant?"

She was startled and looked up at him, the expression on his face with a hint of ...... Joy.

Does he still want her to give birth to him, and in what capacity does she give birth to his child?

"What if there is ......," a subtle sadness flashed in her eyes, "what if?"

"Born!"

"I ...... I don't want to...... My child is ...... Bastard. Her eyes darkened.

"So what?" he stared at her, holding back his displeasure. Thinking about the women around him before, which one didn't want to give birth to him, but he took measures very strictly, and no woman dared to step on this bottom line.

She lowered her eyes, and it was unfair for a child to have no name. Moreover, there should not be to the point of talking about having children between them.

Unless, he forced her to ask!

"When you are pregnant, you are born. He grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her towards him. Leaning into her ear and biting her earlobe, he said lightly in a unique mellow and hoarse voice.

He then gave her a very possessive kiss and gagged her lips.

The child, a child she gave birth to, hugged her, and a satisfied smile regained on his face: "Really?"

(l~1`x*>+``+