At that moment, Sheng Qianxia's throat felt as if it was choked by something, unable to utter a single syllable.
Did he want her to forget the past?
But she did not want to forget…
Could she not forget?
She had not yet spoken when his kisses came pouring down like a deluge.
Fiery fingertips intertwined.
He took possession of her body.
There was no need to mind matters of love anymore, as long as he was by her side, that was enough.
Since—she didn't want children, he had said he would respect her choice.
Sheng Qianxia thought of something and said to him, "We don't have to take precautions."
"Shut up."
Was she supposed to take medicine? He didn't want to see her in pain from menstruation again.
Sheng Qianxia felt confused—did he not want her to have his child?
A sour, tart sensation swept across her heart.
In the end, she chose to hug him tight.
At least, the man she deeply loved was right before her eyes. At least, the man she loved belonged to her at this moment.