Lu yeming hugged her and whispered into her ear, “Qing Qing, if only our son was still alive.”
Jun Xi Qing closed her eyes, her small face still indifferent. “President Lu, if you can leave C Nation alive, you’ll have a son.”
Lu Yeming curled his lips. “Are you going to give birth to me?”
His deep gaze locked onto her delicate brows inch by inch. “I only want you to give birth to me, I don’t want anything else.”
He only liked a son that she had given birth to.
A man like him did not lack women, nor did he lack women who gave birth to him, but he only wanted her to give birth to him.
Jun Xi Qing raised her head to look at him. His handsome features were plated in the dim light, his lines were like a natural work of art, 360 degrees perfect without any blind spots, his indifferent and disdainful aura made people sink into him with just one more look.
