Li Tingyu could not push Huo beichen away, so she could only frown. “Go Away, my stomach hurts... my stomach hurts so much...”
Hearing her complaining of a stomachache, Huo Beichen quickly lifted the quilt, and fresh air poured in from outside. Huo Beichen looked at Li Tingyu’s little face, which had turned red from being bullied. A woman in her forties did not like to be bullied, she was as soft and charming as a Jiangnan woman. She was quiet and gentle at the same time. Now that she was pregnant, she naturally looked a little delicate. Huo Beichen could not help but take a few more glances at her, and his heart was moved.
His throat rolled up and down twice. He reached out and caressed her little face. “Does it really hurt or is it fake? Are you lying to me?”
