C12

"You hate it when I touch you, huh?" Xu Yimo leaned his intoxicating face close to the woman, his hot breath sprayed on her neck, causing her to feel numb.

Lin Xiahua's face quickly flushed red, her ears turning completely red, but she did not lose the least bit of rationality in her mind.

She pressed her hand against his chest, preventing him from getting any closer. A sharp pain came from her stomach, causing Lin Xiahua's breathing to fiercely contract.

"Have you forgotten that I have your child in my womb?" Lin Xiahua pushed himself away for a short distance, then quickly hid into a corner as his shoulders continuously shrank and shrank.

"My child?"

Xu Yimo repeated himself, with a look of confusion in his eyes. His eyes immediately cleared up a bit, and he coldly raised the corner of his mouth to smile.

"No, no, you should understand that I don't want this child." His voice was steady and strong, not at all drunk.

His smile was somewhat cold, and it suddenly caused Lin Xiahua's heart to fiercely tremble.

"Since you care so much about this child, I will not let you have your way." As soon as he said that, the man's large palm slid down the curve of her waist.

Her body turned cold and the man pressed down as well. He grabbed Lin Xiahua's wrist with both hands and raised it above his head.

"No, Xu Yimo, wake up a bit. You, have you forgotten? Mother told us to have the baby properly. " Until this moment, she was completely flustered and didn't know what to say.

"Are you threatening me with my mother?" There were a few traces of anger in Sen Ye's words.

The next second, the man quickly took off the clothes that were in his way, and just as he was about to go through them, his stomach suddenly started rolling non-stop.

Xu Yimo frowned, he entered the bathroom with his long legs, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.

The person beneath him was already drenched in cold sweat. Lin Xiahua patted his chest with lingering fear, his fingertips trembling against his stomach as he muttered to himself, "Fortunately, you're alright ?"

Otherwise, she would never forgive herself for saying anything.

Time flew by, and because Lin Xiahua was struggling, a large amount of sweat appeared on her back. It was sticky against her skin, and she held on until she stood up.

The water in the bathroom stopped flowing, and the man walked out. Lin Xiahua had squatted for too long, and suddenly stood up again.

She looked up in panic, realising that Xu Yimo wasn't looking at her, nor did she want to do anything abnormal. Instead, her body fell heavily on Lin Xiahua's bed.

They had always slept in separate rooms, but tonight, for some reason, he would suddenly barge in.

The man was lying on the bed, his tall body forming a silhouette on the floor.

Lin Xiahua waited a while before moving closer to him. After confirming that he was asleep, he let out a long sigh of relief.

When her fingertip touched his face, she subconsciously retracted her finger. There was still a layer of sweat on the tip of her finger. The man's face was covered in sweat, especially on his forehead.

Lin Xiahua entered the bathroom and took a towel to wipe his face dry before following the outline of his footsteps. Suddenly, her wrist was caught, scaring her to the point that she almost fell to the ground.

"Lin Doukou" was only uttered after a long while.

The last syllable was soft and gentle, completely unlike the time when it was directed at her.

Her wrist was grabbed, and when Lin Xiahua heard him calling someone else's name, his heart trembled, his heart filled with bitterness.

Early morning.

A few rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains.

Xu Yimo rolled over, and opened his eyes, his pitch black pupils still filled with a layer of mist.

His large hand lifted the blanket and was about to get up when he noticed a small figure beside him.

Her slender body was curled up, half of her body was wrapped in a blanket, while the other half was revealed. Her black hair was like ink spread out on the pillow, covering half of her face.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yimo's heart skipped a beat and his eyes darkened.

Lin Xiahua's regular breathing rose and fell, her exquisite little face had a faint blush, and her lips were lightly puckered, exuding a faint fragrance.

A strap of the dress fell to the side of her arm, and her tender skin was like the most natural of jades.

Xu Yimo looked at her as a wave of warmth flowed through his lower abdomen.

He subconsciously frowned. Although he hated this woman, he felt a lot about her body.

Just looking at it gave him a physical impulse.

Xu Yimo laid on the bed with half of his body supporting her, his sharp fingers slightly curled up towards her smooth and tender skin, and extended forward.

The woman's skin was very elastic. It was as if he was possessed by a devil, but the moment he touched her, his little body twisted twice, and her eyes snapped open.

Seeing that it was Xu Yimo, Lin Xiahua's eyes revealed a tinge of fear, and his body unknowingly moved closer to the bed.

When he saw this action, Xu Yimo's heart was filled with dissatisfaction, and some anger could be seen from his eyes.

"Dressed like this so early in the morning, are you trying to seduce me?" He sneered as he looked at the white dress on her body.

Lin Xiahua instinctively looked at the clothes on her body and was speechless. Someone had torn off her clothes last night, so she was forced to change into this one.

Lin Xiahua did not speak, and did not intend to bother with him.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, the man became even angrier. He coldly lifted his lips and said, "Get down."

Lin Xiahua, "?"

"This is my bed!" she said lightly. Although she said this, she still obediently got off the bed.

Looking at her figure, Xu Yimo had a strange, subtle feeling.

Just as his slim body was about to enter the bathroom, Xu Yimo caught a glimpse of what was happening in front of him.

He panicked a little, but then quickly disappeared again.

"Halt."

Lin Xiahua's footsteps paused, he slowly turned around and tilted his head as he looked at him.

Following that, a gust of wind blew over. When she could clearly see the man's body, he had suddenly appeared before her.

Being frightened by this sudden scene, Lin Xiahua remembered what happened last night and retreated a step in panic.

Xu Yimo grabbed her wrist and pulled suddenly, pulling her in front of him. His palm slid on her skirt, and finally stopped at a certain spot.

Lin Xiahua followed his line of sight, and saw that the red spots on her skirt had already dried to a deep red.

"You don't even know about the bleeding?" Xu Yimo's tone was somewhat accusatory, and his voice also became louder.

"I ?"

Hearing this, Lin Xiahua also panicked. Only now did she remember that her stomach really did hurt a bit last night, but at that time, she was too afraid, and because the man fell on the bed, she ignored this question.

"Mother Wu, ask the driver to prepare the carriage."

With that, he brought Mother Wu and Lin Xiahua to the hospital.

After hanging up the number, the doctor gave the conclusion that fetal qi was unstable and needed to be observed and treated for a few days.

Only then did the two of them relax. They went to the front desk to go through the admission procedures.

Xu Yimo took out his phone, saw the name on the screen, and calmly walked to the other side.

After a minute of time, Xu Yimo hung up the phone with a strange expression. He looked at the woman who was going through the discharge procedures, and pondered for a few seconds.

Mother Wu saw that he was a little strange and immediately went forward to greet him, respectfully asking, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Xu Yimo put the phone back in his pocket, looked at the little figure in front of him and said indifferently, "Mother Wu, accompany her at the hospital."

Then, he turned around and left.