Even so, even when she relaxed, she still guarded against him.
After these days of being imprisoned, being on guard against him had become instinct.
As long as he got close, her body would automatically fall into a defensive state.
Long Xuanye gave her a deep look, then turned around and left.
The hurt in that look made Xia Weibao feel very uncomfortable.
No matter what, he was the one who had helped save the child.
Before she passed out she had already seen blood; if they hadn't protected the pregnancy, she would definitely have miscarried.
"Thank you."
Long Xuanye's body trembled hard; his tall back went rigid, and he stood in silence for a long while before continuing to walk out.
Xia Weibao lay on the bed, carefully feeling her own pulse, silently counting the time in her heart.
It had been more than a month.
Her hand gently moved to rest on her own belly.
Her expression was gentle, carrying a maternal glow.
