Although she couldn’t see, Ling Momo still felt the man staring tightly at her in the pitch darkness.
For so reason, she felt a familiar oppressive force emanating from this man.
It seed that soone else could also exert this kind of pressure.
But she couldn’t quite think of who it might be.
Ling Momo swallowed and handed sothing to the man.
But he didn’t take it.
Ling Momo frowned, pushed it toward him again, and reluctantly started, "Safe..."
"I’m not sick! I don’t need it!" The next second, the object in Ling Momo’s hand was swatted away.
This was the first ti he had spoken since they had reached an agreent.
His tone was cold and firm.
With a strong insistence.
"Who said you’re sick!" Ling Momo had just replied when she couldn’t help but tremble, her words a bit jumbled, "I’m not afraid of disease, I an, afraid of getting pregnant..."
Upon hearing "pregnant," Li Qingshen’s body violently trembled.
So, the purpose of her giving him that thing... was not the fear of infection, but the fear... of pregnancy!
The man hung his head, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, gripping Ling Momo’s hand and exerting a slight force.
Ling Momo felt that familiar oppressive force again, sowhat at a loss.
However, the next second, the man’s actions beca suddenly fierce, no longer gentle as water.
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