During the Pregnancy Test, Xianjun Handed over Abortion Pills

Jun Lintian's voice was as cold as the ice in the ninth heaven, without a trace of warmth. He held a celadon bowl with his slender fingers. The dark concoction in the bowl was steaming, and the pungent bitter taste penetrated his nose. I knelt on the cold hall, my knees hurt by the jade floor through my thin dress and turned pale.