The man's eyes frosted over with a layer of ice, and his voice escaped through clenched teeth:
"I don't want it!"
He was angry, enraged, but he always kept his composure; otherwise, his fury would have surged towards Lu Xiaoyou like a ferocious flood.
"I know this was an accident, you were raped, I will find that person, kill him!
The child is growing inside you, deal with it yourself, your wisest choice is to have an abortion, but if you want to keep it, then suit yourself!"
He couldn't afford to give up Lu Xiaoyou, his antidote. Without her by his side, his illness could easily spiral out of control.
"Do you think... I was raped?" Lu Xiaoyou asked.
Long Xiliang looked up at her with eyes clouded with suffocating darkness.
His hand instinctively clenched tighter, "That's what you said yourself!"
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
"Master, what's happening? When were you raped? And what's this about being pregnant?"
