Shi Yu's breathing was heavier than usual, and Shen Cheng knew he was adjusting himself to avoid hurting her.
She wanted to pull her hand back, but he was holding it too tightly, and she couldn't break free.
She frowned slightly and said, "I heard that after three months, it should be fine, maybe we could..."
After saying this, Shen Cheng's face was rarely flushed with embarrassment.
It really wasn't what she wanted, but she felt he was suffering too much.
Unexpectedly, the man on top of her did not take the hint, lifting his head suddenly, his gaze darkened but he coldly spat out two words: "No way."
His tone was indescribably composed and firm.
Then he wrapped Shen Cheng in the blanket and went to the bathroom himself.
Soon, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Through the frosted glass, Shen Cheng watched his blurred figure, and her heart was filled with warmth.
