Xie Qinghuan raised her eyes to look, and her eyes were already red.
"What more do you want, I've already said that I'll terminate the pregnancy."
"Don't you dare!" Yan Jiu's expression turned even darker.
Xie Qinghuan was slightly startled, looking at him dazed.
His expression softened a bit, and he pulled her into his arms, grasped her chin, and leaned down to kiss her deeply.
Xie Qinghuan stared blankly at him, unable to regain her senses for a while.
A few seconds later, she attempted to push him away: "What's gotten into you again..."
But in the next moment, she felt light underfoot.
He suddenly picked her up horizontally and strode outside.
"Yan Yiheng! What are you doing!"
"Taking you home to nurture the pregnancy."
Xie Qinghuan fell into a daze while looking at him again. His profile remained cold and hard, with a touch of nonchalance, yet it seemed to have gained a hint of maturity and resilience compared to two years ago.
