An Yan slightly hooked her lips upward, "Then let her make a move again."
"Make another move? Yanyan, you are pregnant now."
An Yan wrapped her arms around the man's neck, "Isn't it because you are here?"
"If I am here, how could she make a move?"
An Yan's eyebrows slightly raised, "As long as the lure is tempting enough, I don't believe she won't be tempted."
"The tempting lure?" Fu Shiyan felt a bad premonition, "Yanyan, are you thinking of using me as bait?"
"Don't worry, it's only about appearance, not selling the flesh."
Fu Shiyan: "..."
An Yan whispered her plan to him, and Fu Shiyan's complexion grew worse.
He pursed his lips, and after a long while, said, "I want her to just disappear."