Murong Jiu, fearing that Jun Yuyan might leave, subconsciously shouted to stop him.
Jun Yuyan paused in his steps and quickly said, "Okay, okay, I won't leave, Ah Jiu, don't worry."
After Murong Jiu shouted, she didn't dare look at him.
On one hand, she felt embarrassed, and on the other, she didn't know how to face him.
Because she had never imagined that the father of the child in her belly would be Jun Yuyan.
Of course, her heart was joyful, but the news came so suddenly that she wasn't mentally prepared and was quite shocked.
Jun Yuyan slowly approached her, stopping a few steps away from her.
"Ah Jiu, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I didn't find you sooner," he said.
Murong Jiu shook her head, "It's not your fault. That night, you also had no choice."
Her voice grew softer.
It was a sign of insecurity.
If it hadn't been for the herbal influence, she and Jun Yuyan never would have shared that night together.
