The CEO’s Wife Flees in the Dead of Night

Fu Jinchuan edged closer to Xia Yaoshu again, their bodies pressed tightly together. “You’ve gotten a lot bigger.” His warm hand covered Xia Yaoshu’s lower abdomen. “Mm,” Xia Yaoshu replied. “Almost four months now.” “Let me feel around.” “...” “Are they here?” “Mm.” “Here?” “No.” “What about here?” “Not there.” “Then... here?” “Fu Jinchuan, you... you pervert!”