Irish smiled coldly, gazing at his anger, "When a man grows up in hatred, life becomes less important. Joseph, that child, came very surprisingly. If I really want to be pregnant with your child, why should I get contraception? You should know that I don't want children. Now I just want to end our relationship as soon as possible, and if I keep the kid for what? I don't want to have anything to do with you in the future. How can I start my life again if I have children?"
Joseph's figure pressed down, his big hand pressed on her hair, and she could feel the coldness of his fingertips. The slender fingers were stained with wood incense and a light blood smell, which made her neck sore again.
His big hand clasped that she had to look his eyes up.
She saw a dark sea in the bottom of his eyes, surging as if to devour her at any moment.
He asked, "Would you rather have sex with me for revenge?"
