Do You Think I'm That Short?

A dangerous cloud surfaced in her husband's eyes.

Baby Yanyun was very bold…

"I'm sorry—" Her soft voice tickled Rong Linyi's heart like a feather.

"Sorry?" It was a sweet torture to be unable to release the itch. Rong Linyi's expression darkened.

"I didn't do it on purpose…" She pouted pitifully.

"What do you mean? You still think you didn't do it on purpose?"

Rong Linyi's voice and body moved closer and closer to her, forcing her onto the bed.

Su Yanyun boldly reached out a finger and jabbed Rong Linyi's chest. "Stop!"

"Stop?"

"This is a safe distance." Su Yanyun was alert.

Rong Linyi smiled dangerously.

"Do you think I'm that short?" He seemed to grit his teeth, and there was a hint of danger in his voice.

"What?" Baby Yanyun was sometimes so pure that she didn't seem like an expectant mother. She was confused. "What do you mean by short?"