Jun Xi Qing said, “I’m pregnant.”.
Lu Yiming’s deep pupils contracted violently. His gaze fell on her flat stomach and then on her small, dusty face. He closed his thin lips and his deep voice was filled with faint joy, “Are you serious?”
Jun Xi Qing closed his eyes and fainted.
..
The long, slender feather trembled, and Jun Xi Qing slowly opened his eyes.
She had returned to the castle, and was now lying on the soft bed in the room. The bright morning light shone in through the layers of curtains. The warmth of the room was so beautiful.
Jun Xi Qing’s face was white and crystal clear, and one could see the fine veins inside.
At that moment, a maid walked in, “Miss Jun, you’re awake. Quickly lie down. The Doctor has come to see you. He said that you’re eight weeks pregnant. Although you’ve been through many dangers these days, the baby is very strong. It really wants to come to this world with Mommy.”
Is that so?
