"You ..."
Er ya looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief and began to step back.
This man actually used his hand to block her hairpin for the sake of the child in his stomach. Was he crazy?
I told you not to hurt the child. I did something wrong, but the child is innocent.
Feng Lun looked at the hairpin in his hand and then at er ya, who had unkempt hair.
"Er ya, don't tell me you've never had feelings for me?"
"I ..."
Feng Lun, who was in front of her, stepped forward, while er ya stepped back.
Have you ever been moved?
There should be.
When she first met him, he was a gentlemanly and refined white-clothed teacher. How could he not be the object of idle chit-chat among the women in the village after dinner?
Her house was close to the school, so she had naturally seen him the most. It would be a lie to say that she had never had any improper thoughts.
