"Let go!" Li Qiyu struggled to free her ankle, her posture awkward.
Beitang Feng lifted his lips, laughing wickedly, "Pregnant women should rest in bed and avoid exertion, too much struggling is bad for you."
"What did you say?" Li Qiyu's mind went blank, had Beitang Feng also said she was pregnant?
Beitang Feng's dark eyes swept over her legs, as if seeing through her skirt to the secrets beneath...
"If you weren't pregnant, I would have devoured you long ago."
"You're saying I'm pregnant, confirmed by a doctor?"
She began to panic, having only lain in Beitang Feng's bed for a few days, then waking up pregnant.
Could it be that he touched her when she was unconscious?
But her stay in the Beitang manor was only for a few days, pregnancy doesn't happen that quickly—
"According to what you said, you are carrying my offspring, and in the future, you will be Mrs. Beitang." Beitang Feng's long finger hooked her hair, his fingertip teasingly mischievous.
