Bo Yeyuan tightly furrowed his brow, grasping her hand and said, "Li Qiyu, do you know how many layers are sewn up during a cesarean section?"
What nonsensical thing was he suddenly talking about?
"It's eight layers!"
Li Qiyu furrowed her brow tightly.
"Do you know how much childbirth hurts?" Bo Yeyuan clenched her shoulder with his fingers, "The highest value of pain in the world: equivalent to twenty bones breaking at the same time!"
"So what? What are you trying to say, Bo Yeyuan?"
"It was selfish of me to want to use a child to keep you by my side, causing you to suffer like this!" Bo Yeyuan regretted it, looking at her small and slender frame, and burdened with heart disease, yet she was to bear a child for him!
"Li Qiyu, I don't want you to suffer."
"Mr. Bo should say, if the child isn't yours, isn't all the suffering in vain?" Li Qiyu's mouth twitched. Hearing that he was contemplating abortion, when the moment actually arrived, she felt an intense pain!
