Thalassotélos — VIII

Hu Lijing didn't know what to say, much less think. Ideally, he should have been happy, delighted even.

The child in his womb was sired by none other than the person loved with all his heart and his soul.

The child in his womb belonged to Long ZhenHai, there was no doubt about that. None. After all, no one but Long ZhenHai had touched him so intimately since the day they were born till today.

But at that moment, Hu Lijing felt none of the said happiness. His heart was thundering against his chest, hammering into his ribs as blood rushed against his ears, his mind blank and body feeling cold.

As though he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

His trembling hands found their way to his belly as he glanced at himself every so often. Feeling happy? Delighted?

What a fucking joke!