What a Cheap Man

When he touched Mo Qian'er's face yesterday, it was stiff and not supple. He thought that it might be because she had lost too much blood.

But now that he thought about it, this wasn't the first time that Mo Qian'er had lost so much blood. He had bullied her before until she was too pale and passed out, but her face had never been so stiff.

Lu Fenying hurried into the room, only to see Mo Qian'er lying unconscious on the bed. Her face looked even smaller under the golden silk quilt.

Lu Fenying leaned over and pinched Mo Qian'er's face. It was still cold and stiff.

She was as cold as a dead person.

Shocked, he checked under her nose; she was clearly still breathing.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Qian'er's face. Suddenly, he lifted the golden silk quilt and tore off her clothes. He looked at her abdomen, which bulged with her pregnancy.

He looked at the scar on her chest from a bite mark.