Yu Zexiao paused, a faint glimmer of light momentarily flickering through his deep, dark pupils. He looked at her with such earnestness as if, in that instant, he was about to peer into the very depths of her soul—
"If it happens, we'll keep it."
What? Her eyes widened, but Yu Zexiao gave her no further space to think, swiftly drawing her into the eye of the storm!
At the height of their emotions, he suddenly stilled, his fingers tightly clasping hers.
——Their hands interlocked.
She did not protest any further, but instead gently lifted her head and kissed his lips.
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Two-thirty.
Having fully satisfied his appetite, he lay lazily atop her. They remained in an intimate embrace, neither speaking, yet seemingly enjoying this weary serenity even more.
Only after the excitement had died did she remember what he had said: "If it happens, we'll keep it."
Did he mean—if she were to get pregnant, he wanted the child?
