Mo Chen toyed with her slender fingers, revealing a hint of rascality, and nodded slightly, "Pretty much."
Damn!
She suddenly felt like she had become Mo Dad's plaything!
Although she had always been reminding herself not to become the plaything of those rich second generation kids, it seemed that she had still ended up as Mo Chen's plaything.
Is this what they call boiling a frog in warm water?
"Mo Chen, big brother, your schemes are really heavy, you're just a ruffian tyrant!" she glared angrily at the scoundrel of a man.
Mo Chen's handsome brows raised, "That's a fair assessment."
???
This scoundrel actually had a pretty comprehensive understanding of himself.
Suddenly, the man's long fingers touched her flat belly, and his voice became husky and ambiguous, "Little Ghost, it's been a long time since I've worn a condom, are you pregnant yet...?"
