Thinking of the child in her belly, An Ruo subconsciously said to him, "Don't press on me anymore, I'm uncomfortable, I want to go upstairs to rest."
Tang Yuchen curved his lips into a wicked smile, "That excuse isn't very convincing. Woman, I let you talk to An Ji on the phone, shouldn't you show some gratitude?"
Angrily thinking to herself, An Ruo knew it was Yuchen who had sent Xiao Ji away, and now he was merely allowing her to make a phone call with Xiao Ji, yet he talked as if it were some kind of favor.
She averted her gaze and said, "I really am uncomfortable, I want to rest."
The man's hand suddenly rested on her chest, gently caressing, "Is it here that you're uncomfortable?"
A wicked smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, his movements ambiguous and indescribable.
An Ruo's face reddened, and she pushed his hand away angrily, also pushing his body forcefully away.
He wasn't pressing on her with much force, so she managed to push him away easily.