Pei Ziheng's face stiffened as he processed her words. "Really?"
She did not know what to expect of his reaction and simply nodded lightly. Her success depended on this opportunity — as long as he acknowledged the child as his, there would be a chance of its survival. She went on, "I haven't been feeling very well recently, and even dreamed of the Buddha of Fertility at night. I guessed I must be pregnant since the night we did it… was not a safe period for me."
She spoke very quietly but managed to get his expression to soften. He moved towards her and held her in his arms like she was his most valued treasure. This time, he held her for a long time, silently and without a hint of violence or violation. Xia Ling felt uncertain about the situation and called out, "Pei Ziheng?"