Xiyan found herself leaning against the window with an elbow rested on the sill, her bright eyes drifting afar at the skyline. The sunset glowed on her face and exposed her depression. As a pregnant woman, she was supposed to keep up high spirit, but the gloom prevailed anyhow.
Before she was able to react, a veiny arm was wrapped around her waist together with an intense vanilla scent. It suddenly dragged her senses back when she saw the man's hand on her stomach.
She grabbed it and tried to untie it, her face turning red in dysphoria and nervousness, except it only had the grip tighter.
"Yanyan," the man's deep voice sounded, echoing in her ears.
"Yanyan, come back with me. I'll take care of you." Yixuan snuggled closer, dipping his chin on her head, and gave her a firmer hug as if she was the most valuable thing he had lost.
