The Child’s Fated Person

Again and again.

Helian Weiwei just felt that all her blood seemed to have turned into honey, sticky, soft and hot.

She could not help buring half of her face into the man's arms, reaching out to hold Baili Jiajue's waist.

And from the beginning to the end, Baili Jiajue only quietly embraced her, his slender fingers tracing her hair, the corners of his mouth brewing with obvious affection.

After that, there was no difference than before.

When the two of them were together, time always passes very quickly.

After four months, Helian Weiwei's stomach finally showed signs of bulging.

The old monk appeared again and gave Helian Weiwei another relic.

Helian Weiwei raised her eyebrows. "Since it's where my child will live in the future, I want to go over and take a look."

"Amitabha."The old monk smiled gently. "It's only natural."