Three months...
Ye Xiaotao caught hold of these three words. She suddenly remembered that time in the hotel room after she fell into the water. He had asked her how many months it had been. At that time, she said that it was almost three months. And then he suddenly left.
At that time, she thought that he was being weird. Now that she thought about it, it was clear that he wanted to do... that kind of thing with her.
Ye Xiaotao buried her entire face into his muscular chest. Smelling the faint smell of herbs and masculinity from his body, her little heart thumped wildly.
She had butterflies in her stomach.
Leng Hao rubbed against her soft forehead with his mouth and then reached out his big palm to feel her belly. Her belly was still very flat and did not protrude at all. The girl's waist was thin, and he could cover her entire belly with one hand.
"Does your belly hurt?" He asked worriedly.
