As he was about to lift her off his lap, Song Enyan suddenly grabbed his hand, placing it on her flat stomach, a look of joy on her face, "Nangong, touch it, do you think there is already your baby here?"
A lightning bolt suddenly crackled above Nangong Ze's head.
His face changed several colors in one sweep.
A veteran on the battlefield of love, he could handle any type of woman, but in front of the innocent Song Enyan, Nangong Ze was lost for words. Finally, he squeezed out three words, "Not yet."
"How do you know?"
"Because..." Nangong Ze didn't know how to explain it to her.
She was as pure as a blank sheet of paper; if he hadn't lost self-control tonight, she wouldn't even know what kissing was...
She was still young, and Nangong Ze naturally didn't want her to know too much.
After a while, he lifted his lips slightly and answered, "Because, I didn't let you get pregnant."
