The doctor I met during the pregnancy test was the one I had fucked up. ...
Me: Is it too late to run away now? He held the checklist in his hand and whispered.
This month?
It's not yours, it's not yours, don't get me wrong.
He glanced at me with a gloomy expression and continued:
The fetus is healthy, but it's not mine. Who else could it be? Qin Qiao, you can't be such a scumbag.
Me: Is it considered a scumbag to run away after sleeping with you?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
