He pinched her earlobe, and Lord Xing understood her thoughts, his voice involuntarily becoming especially gentle.
"Fool, do you really not feel wronged?"
Wronged, wronged about what?
Lian Qiao pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled, "I would only feel wronged if you didn't want me! Yo, look at the vigor in you. You don't plan to marry me now, do you?"
"I feel I've wronged you!" Lord Xing spoke the truth.
The pressure on his heart was something he had never experienced in his lifetime.
He was a man's man, desiring to bring happiness to a woman, but the current situation...
She pinched the flesh on his arm forcefully, Lian Qiao pursed her lips, feigning a sob with three parts truth and seven parts falsehood, "Wuu... Are there any men who default on their promises like this? I've already slept with you, given birth to your child, and the wedding date has arrived. You heartless thing, you actually don't want to marry me... Wuu ..."