Gu Yixuan’s movements abruptly stopped, and a flash of doubt crossed his eyes, then he immediately dismissed it in his mind.
"But her reactions are very much like those of someone who’s pregnant." The grandma was experienced, so she was still doubtful.
Gu Yixuan stood up and said indifferently, "Don’t overthink it, there’s no way she could be pregnant."
With those words, he grabbed his jacket and left the house.
He knew that Mo Ran wouldn’t get pregnant; she had always been taking birth control pills. She wouldn’t bear his child; she didn’t want to.
Upstairs, Mo Ran, who hadn’t entered her room yet, was startled when she overheard their conversation.
Was she really pregnant?
Thinking about her recent reactions, they did seem similar...
Impossible! She had been taking birth control pills; there’s absolutely no way she was pregnant!
With that thought, she felt quite relieved, but the matter planted a seed of worry in her mind that occasionally made her anxious.
Before going to sleep that night, Gu Yixuan would as usual demand her attention first. It seemed like that was the only form of contact left between him and Mo Ran.
Even this sole contact had become a routine. It wouldn’t be long before he grew tired of her.
"Wait a minute... ugh..." Mo Ran hurriedly pushed his chest away and crawled to the edge of the bed to retch.
The face of Gu Yixuan, who was behind her, darkened instantly. "I thought you were used to it by now; it seems you still find my touch disgusting!"
Mo Ran knew he misunderstood, but didn’t explain anything. She calmed her chest and lay back down on the bed.
She actually didn’t know why she felt like throwing up.
"I’m ready." She lay quietly on the bed, her gaze serene, her words making it seem like she was performing her daily duty. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelFirｅ.net
Gu Yixuan was so turned off that he gave her a cold glance, lay on the bed with his back to her, and made no further moves.
Mo Ran waited a bit and, seeing that he really was going to sleep, finally turned off the light and closed her eyes to sleep.
The following evening was the same; Gu Yixuan would kiss her, and she’d feel nauseous. Any man would be unhappy being repeatedly disgusted by a woman.
And yet, faced with his displeased expression, Mo Ran could still respond with a detached demeanor, "Go ahead."
How was he supposed to continue?
He was completely performing a solo act; what was the point!
Mo Ran’s recent attitude had already been making him uncomfortable, and now with the absence of any desire to touch her at night, he was even more irritable.