Gao Meiyun extended her hand and pushed Zhou Bowen, glaring at him coquettishly, "Bowen, I'm not feeling well today."
Although Zhou Bowen was reluctant, he had no choice but to let go of Gao Meiyun. He looked at her with a face full of sorrow, "I thought you missed me." His stable position at the Yamen owed a lot to Gao Meiyun's help.
"I did miss you; it's just that I just aborted our child, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do that for the next half month." Gao Meiyun said somewhat lethargically. She was in the prime of her years, and her needs for that particular activity were very high. As for her own husband at home, whether he was there or not made little difference.
"Our child?" Zhou Bowen looked at Gao Meiyun in amazement. How could she possibly have his child?
"Of course! This child nearly caused a disaster this time." Gao Meiyun recounted last night's events to Zhou Bowen in a simple manner.
