Thinking of the child in her belly, An Ruo subconsciously said to him, "Don’t press on me anymore, I’m uncomfortable, I want to go upstairs to rest."
Tang Yuchen curved his lips into a wicked smile, "That excuse isn’t very convincing. Woman, I let you talk to An Ji on the phone, shouldn’t you show some gratitude?"
Angrily thinking to herself, An Ruo knew it was Yuchen who had sent Xiao Ji away, and now he was merely allowing her to make a phone call with Xiao Ji, yet he talked as if it were some kind of favor.
She averted her gaze and said, "I really am uncomfortable, I want to rest."
The man’s hand suddenly rested on her chest, gently caressing, "Is it here that you’re uncomfortable?"
A wicked smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, his movements ambiguous and indescribable.
An Ruo’s face reddened, and she pushed his hand away angrily, also pushing his body forcefully away.
He wasn’t pressing on her with much force, so she managed to push him away easily.
She hastily stood up, avoiding looking at him, and walked towards the upstairs with somewhat hurried steps.
Tang Yuchen leaned lazily against the couch, watching her retreating figure, the curve of his lips both roguish and slightly wicked, filled with a demonic temptation.
After taking a bath, An Ruo went to bed, and just as she was about to fall asleep, Tang Yuchen pushed the door open and entered.
The man took a bath too; he bathed quickly, finishing in just a few minutes.
Lying with her back to him, An Ruo felt the blanket beside her being pulled back, the mattress sank, and Tang Yuchen lay down beside her, snuggling up to her body, holding her from behind.
Feeling the burning warmth of his body, she realized he wasn’t wearing pajamas!
An Ruo’s body tensed up, fearing he wouldn’t let her go tonight.
She kept her eyes slightly closed, trying to keep her breathing even, pretending to be asleep.
The man held her body and didn’t do anything further. Just when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly a hand slid into her nightgown, caressing her smooth waist, and ambiguously moved upwards.
An Ruo’s body stiffened further as Tang Yuchen’s hand roamed over her chest, the force gradually increasing. And a certain part of his body, pressed against her thigh, became harder and hotter.
An Ruo could no longer pretend to sleep. She opened her eyes, held his hand but didn’t turn around, her voice weary as she softly said, "I’m really tired today, can you not do this, please?"
Tang Yuchen’s thin lips pressed against her neck, kissing her several times, "I thought you were going to pretend to sleep all night."
"I was almost asleep..."
"What did you do today?" he asked casually.
An Ruo, feeling a chill in her heart, said somewhat guiltily, "I didn’t go anywhere, just walked around outside."
"Cook for me tomorrow." The man didn’t continue to probe and said abruptly.
An Ruo would comply with anything he asked, afraid he might continue or notice something.
Hearing her response satisfied him, and he curled the corners of his mouth in approval.
"Let’s sleep," he said in a low voice as he pulled back his hand and held her body.
An Ruo breathed a sigh of relief and finally closed her eyes feeling secure.
But that night, she didn’t sleep well.
In her dreams, she kept seeing Yun Feiyang’s pained expression, along with the reality of her own pregnancy.
She even dreamed that Tang Yuchen found out she was pregnant. He was furious, saying she didn’t deserve to bear his child, only Yun Feixue deserved to have his children, and he wanted her to abort the child.
An Ruo didn’t want to keep the child initially, but hearing his cruel words deeply hurt her.