Pei Qin looked at him for a long time.
Mo Heng waited for her, but as she remained silent for so long, his gaze grew increasingly somber.
"A widow with a posthumous child from a new marriage is a bit better compared to being pregnant before marriage, right?" Pei Qin gazed steadily at him.
Mo Heng looked up at her, his eyes slowly brightening with focus, "You... still want me?" But he suddenly couldn't catch his breath, his expression pained.
Pei Qin hurried to help him lean back and catch his breath.
Disregarding the danger to his health, Mo Heng reached out to embrace her, pulling her tightly into his arms.
Pei Qin struggled against him, "Mo Heng..."
Mo Heng eagerly pressed her head down to his and kissed her fiercely, drawing her breath and her all into him.
Has he gone mad? Pei Qin's eyes widened, both hands on the pillow careful not to press against his wound.
