She first smiled shyly, then affectionately reached out to hug him, but before her hand could touch him, she was evaded.
The man expressionlessly stood up from the bed, raised his hand to button up his shirt, his handsome countenance as cold as frost, "What's going on?"
Ji Qingxin sat up, the blanket sliding down her body, revealing the purple-bruises on her neck and shoulder.
Feigning shyness, she pulled the blanket up, covering her chest, "Last night, you were drunk and came looking for me... You were rough, and it hurt me."
She paused briefly, then curved her lips into a smile, "But, after the three-month critical period, the baby should be unaffected."
"What do you mean?" Mu Jingxi's thin lips curved into a sneer.
In that instant, a look of astonishment flashed through Ji Qingxin's eyes, and tears almost immediately filled them.
She put on an appearance of immense grievance, on the verge of crying, "Jingxi, you... What do you mean?"
