During those few minutes of waiting for the result, Mo Shiqian's gaze lowered onto the woman's face, which had lost its baby fat and had become a delicate, slim oval.
"You seem pretty certain that you're not pregnant?"
Chi Huan was startled, then spoke indifferently, "Didn't I tell you from the start that I wasn't pregnant? It was you who didn't believe me."
His face was expressionless, not even a hint of disappointment showing, merely saying, "Is that so."
Chi Huan could tell, he not only doubted her pregnancy, he also hoped for it.
She walked over and sat down on the sofa in the living room, her palm unconsciously stroking her flat belly before she hugged the pillow on top of it, zoning out while waiting.
She had sat for who knows how long when hurried footsteps came from the bathroom to her front.
She lifted her head, but before she could get a clear look at the man's face, she was enveloped in an embrace filled with a strong male scent, sinking deeply into his arms.
