It Will Be All Up To You, But Don’t Miscarry Our Son In Your Belly
Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhou Dayuan closed his eyes. He stood up, and his large hands that were at his sides were kneaded into fists as he turned around to leave.
Hearing the sound of his footsteps, Jian Han could not control the tears in her eyes anymore. Her tears trickled down onto the floor.
Jian Han thought that he left, but he came back very quickly again. Her soft, slim waist was hugged by his arm. He lifted her up, and when she knelt back down again, her thighs felt a soft material. He had taken a soft, thick cushion and placed it below her.
Jian Han bit her pink bottom lip. She did not say anything. Zhou Dayuan also did not say anything. He put her down before turning around to leave.
Jian Han knew that he did not go too far. She could see his shadow in her peripheral vision. He was standing far away, underneath a large tree. There was a spark, and he held a cigarette between his fingers as he smoked.