"What? The ninth prince is collaborating with that old thief Lin? Aren't they mortal enemies? Isn't Lin a usurper? Is Zhou Fengye out of his mind? To actually collaborate with..."
Noticing Zhao Xiyan's gaze fixed intently on her stomach, his face fraught with tension, Qi Yue quieted down without reason.
"...Hey, Zhao Xiyan, why are you staring at my stomach like that? Don't be so nervous, the baby isn't as fragile as you think. Even a loud word won't make it..."
"Don't talk nonsense, the baby can hear..."
"It's just an embryo right now..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Zhao Xiyan's cool lips forcefully pressed against hers.
...
When he finally released her, Qi Yue rubbed her tingling lips discontentedly.
"I say, this kind of sudden attack is what will scare the baby..."
"It won't, the baby likes it..." Zhao Xiyan softly murmured, his gaze drifting back to Qi Yue's stomach.
