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Ye Qing's temple twitched.
It had been a really long time since she had spoken nicely to him.
With his every visit, her temper grew.
Ye Qing raised his hand and pinched his nose bridge.
She was a pregnant woman in her third trimester, so it was normal to be emotional. He couldn't hold it against her.
Ye Qing suppressed his unhappiness and knocked the door a few more times.
The woman inside still did not open the door.
Ye Qing stared at the tightly-shut door before he turned around and left.
Gu Meng laid in bed, listening carefully for any noise from outside.
Hearing his footsteps growing faint in the distance, her tense heart finally relaxed a little.
A few moments later, the sound of a key being pushed into a keyhole sounded from the quiet door.
Gu Meng's finally relaxed nerves tensed into tight strings again.
Ye Qing walked in and turned on a wall lamp in the room.