"I'm pregnant." Guo Siran touched her belly. The silk fabric of the cheongsam was cool and silky. The air is filled with silence.
"Hitting" Yan Wei's hand stopped unbuttoning the button, and his voice was calm.
"I don't." Guo Siran looked at the back of the man in military uniform. The two seemed to be discussing this issue at the speed of witty questions and answers.
Yan Weisong came over and held Guo Siran's shoulders. The silk fabric had very little friction. He worked hard to prevent his hand from slipping. His eyes were still bright, "Be obedient."
"I don't." Guo Siran looked into his dark eyes, trying to detect a hint of emotion, and she looked hard.
The two were in a stalemate...