Zhang Jie was pregnant and her emotions were fluctuating quite a bit; one second she was sobbing, and the next she had grabbed hold of Wang Dahai's waistband, tugging forcefully downward.
She pressed her body against Wang Dahai, a move that set his heart and mind racing.
But he quickly seized her hands to stop her from going any further.
Concerned that the stairway was too dark and afraid she might lose her balance and fall, he steadied her by holding her waist.
Once he stabilized her, he said, "Mrs. Zhang, you are pregnant!"
"So what if I'm pregnant, hmph, I'm not even showing yet, and my belly is still flat. Look, I even have ab lines. Stinky little brother, are you disgusted by your sister now?"
"Of course not, I would never be disgusted with you. But you're newly pregnant, and it's best not to have sexual intercourse. You must have been told the same at the hospital, right?"
