Mo Yu gently helped Fang Liu put on her clothes and sat on the chair with her in his arms. Fang Liu felt something hard under Mo Yu's lower abdomen, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, she did not dare to move recklessly, afraid that Mo Yu would get excited again. Mo Yu wiped the tears from the corner of Fang Liu's eyes, kissed her, and said in a hoarse voice, "If only you weren't pregnant."
Fang Liu's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head to look at her slightly bulging belly and felt a sense of relief in her heart. If she wasn't pregnant, she might have been tortured to death by Mo Yu. The child in her belly had saved her from such shameful acts.
Mo Yu's entire body felt like it was on fire. It was unbearable, but he had always possessed a strong sense of self-control, so he could only bear it. He didn't dare to look at Fang Liu's sexy and seductive body again, so he casually found something else to talk about to divert his attention.
