"My stomach hurts!"
Yan Xinxin pointed weakly at her abdomen, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.
Mo Chuxi's heartbeat quickened with nervousness.
"Why would it hurt all of a sudden?"
"It's all because of you! You made me so angry!"
Yan Xinxin pinned the blame on Mo Chuxi, her spirited, beautiful eyes glanced sideways, catching sight of the man's tense and worried expression.
"It hurts so much..."
Yan Xinxin murmured weakly.
Mo Chuxi heard her words, and for an inexplicable reason, he felt a sharp pang in his heart.
"When I gave birth to Xi, it wasn't this painful. Mo Chuxi, you bully me every day—do you really think I can safely give birth to your daughter like this?"
"..."
Hearing her soft voice laden with complaints, Mo Chuxi felt the pain in his chest spread like needles pricking him.
He lowered his head and saw Yan Xinxin pouting in grievance.
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful, protesting eyes.
