Xiao Ying bit her lip, her face pale from the pain. Her long hair was dishevelled as it was blown by the wind and with Long Ming carrying her, she felt that she was light and was about to fly.
The cramping pain in her lower abdomen was hurting severely.
She was hoping she could just die like this! If she died, would the resentment in Long Ming's heart be reduced, even just a little?
As he carried her to the car, his eyebrows furrowed together and his defined jaw was clenched tightly. Lowering his head, he looked at the woman in his arms. Her face was covered by her hair and he could not see her eyes clearly.
But he could feel the irony and coolness in her gaze.
Why did she provoke him when she knew that she was pregnant?
Not only that, she knew very well that things would not be easy for her if she provoked him.
Anger surged out from Long Ming's heart when he thought of this.
