After calming his breathing, Leng Hao looked at the windowsill next door. He asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"
In the room next door, the dim yellow wall lamp was sprinkling down. Ye Xiaotao was lying on the snow-white silk quilt. Her little face was pretty and soft.
Hearing the man's voice, the corner of her lips curled up slightly. "Not yet."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I told you, but you're so stupid that you can't understand me."
Leng Hao pursed his thin lips. He was stupid. She had hinted at it many times, but he did not dare to think in that direction.
"Is it hard?"
"Yes... When I was pregnant, you didn't want me anymore. You even said that you would forget me and find a better girl to give birth to many children..."
Her soft, sweet, and aggrieved voice reached his ears and seeped into his heart. He slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.
