Chapter 2: I'll check you out.
She's never even had a man, so how can she have a child.
"Shi Xiaonian, 24 years old, a third-rate girl cartoonist, now living in S city. Do you want me to retell the background of every school you grew up in, the friends you know, and your family?"
Miyao looked at her sternly and spelled out her identity, obliterating the possibility of her getting it wrong in her mouth.
He's right about ... everything.
Timothy gazed blankly at his overly handsome face, "But, sir, I really don't know you."
How can you have given him a baby when you don't even know him?
"Don't play crazy with me, give me the child you're hiding!"
Miyao said impatiently, his thumb tugging lightly on the safety on his pistol.
The danger that it would go off at any moment pushed straight at Shi Xiaonian.
The bottom of the man's eyes, however, were unusually cold.
She was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat and said, somewhat agitatedly, "I'm really not pregnant, can you check properly? It can't be so indiscriminate just ..."
"Check? Yes, I'll check now!"
Her blanket denial completely angered Gong Ou.
Gong Ou unhappily swept over her body under the white veil, which covered her whole body like a skirt, only revealing her shoulder blades, and the veil set off her extraordinarily fair skin, like a newborn baby, blowing and cracking.
A drop of sweat traveled over her skin as if she had just stepped out of a bathtub, a tantalizing image.
Gong Ou's throat tightened, and a strange dryness spread quickly from his body.
He inclined his eyes to look down, the sweat on the woman in front of him was increasing, even gradually soaked through the white veil. Under the veil, a dark surgical scar loomed at the flat belly ...
"How did you get a scar on your body without having a baby?"
Gong Ou asked in a strong and domineering manner, the certainty in his black pupils identifying that she had given birth.
When Xiaonian realized that her spring light was leaking, she hastily reached out and pressed her hand on her belly, and said with a red face, "This is left over from the appendix surgery, which has a cesarean section to cut so sideways?"
"So you're in labor, I want to check!"
As soon as Miyao dropped the gun, his tall form forced its way towards her.
Her uniquely feminine scent sent fires racing through his body that desperately needed to be vented.
"How can this be checked?" Shi Xiaonian was stunned, then yelled, "Hey ... don't come over!"
The man in front of her was approaching her step by step, with a strong and terrifying aura, a pair of eyes staring straight at her, like a hunter discovering his prey, with a gaze that was clearly intended to dismantle her bones and peel her skin, devouring her alive ...
"What do you want to do? Don't come over ..."
Shi Xiaonian kept retreating backward, straight to the head of the bed, unable to retreat.
Gong Ou had gotten on the bed and was kneeling in front of her, one hand pressed against the back of the bed beside her head, his tall form covering her.
She was completely in his shadow.
"Check."
Gong O spat out two words, his eyes staring straight at her with an extremely deep color, as if she was already uncovered in his eyes.
"You don't have to get this close for a checkup ..." she said, her heart in turmoil.
"You call this close? Shi Xiaonian, negative distance between a man and a woman is what's called proximity!""What are you babbling about, I'm telling you, don't go over ... well--"
When Xiaonian's words were blocked by the man's thin lips, even protests did not have time to speak more than one sentence, the body of the white veil on the man's large palms lifted up a hand, robust hot body followed by the pressure down, provoking the room's temperature rose to the highest ...
"Ah..."
Shi Xiaonian screamed, woke up from sleep, in front of the eyes is not the luxury even more than the presidential suite room, but their own rented small nest.
After staying in place for nearly ten minutes, Shi Xiaonian finally realized that she was dreaming.