Beitang Feng's fingers were stained with red wine, which he smeared across Li Qiyu's bewitchingly painted lips, "Conditions?"
He knew she wouldn't simply agree to marry him.
"A year later, after the child is born healthy, I'll marry you," Li Qiyu wrapped her arms around his neck, "What if something happens along the way, if the fetus dies prematurely, or someone causes it to result in an abortion, wouldn't I be at a loss if I married you?"
"You don't trust me?"
"Mr. Beitang, are we familiar enough to talk about trust between us?"
"Hahaha." Beitang Feng laughed heartily, his handsome eyes crinkling at the corners.
Li Qiyu's expression chilled; he wanted this child to take revenge on Bo Yeyuan, so of course, he would spare no effort to ensure its birth.
