"You want to be independent?" Leng Chenxuan saw her defiance and his eyes narrowed slightly, his mood becoming unpredictable. He propped up his arms, trapping Qianxue within his control in his usual domineering way.
Again, his long fingers caressed her crystal-clear little face, lightly touching now and then, his voice low and enchanting, "Do you plan to rely on your grandma for life after the child is born? Or, do you not want this child at all?"
"..." That last sentence immediately made Qianxue turn her face away. Her black, lustrous hair flew about, carrying the faint scent of lavender, brushed across the man's face with an unintentional tease, making his dark eyes flicker.
She shook her head firmly, telling him, "I have never thought of not wanting this child, it's just that I must settle grandma first, her health... is failing..."
