"Does it hurt? Answer me!" His voice was almost hysterical.
Sheng Yi was frightened by his fierce demeanor. Earlier, she was stubbornly silent, but now fear had silenced her. Her lips were tightly pressed together, but her gaze did not fear him, still firmly holding his gaze.
In the next second, the hand on her chin was removed, but the pain did not immediately disappear.
His grip had been very strong earlier, and her chin was reddened.
"Yiyi, my obsession is you, and it always has been."
He seemed to have calmed down, and his voice was no longer the hysterical roar it had been earlier, so calm that it seemed devoid of emotion.
Sheng Yi's hand was still on her belly, Qin Bing's gaze fell upon it, and she kept it there: "If you want me, you have to accept the child inside me."
He asked, "Do you think I'd agree that easily?"
Inwardly, Sheng Yi was surprised. She certainly didn't think he would agree, suppressing that brief surprise, she countered: "So, will you agree?"
