"Damn it!"
Hearing his words, Lin Caisang couldn't help but curse.
"Ya Molian, what sort of messed-up ideas are these? Get rid of them from your head, discard them right away, you hear me!!"
Her words, spoken with such anger, brought pain back to her belly where she had been bumped earlier. She couldn't help but rub her stomach.
Upon hearing this, Ya Molian lifted his dark eyes, filled with deep amusement. He pulled her from the chair across him into his arms, his large hand gently placed on her belly, beginning to rub.
"Does it still hurt? Want some medicine?" he asked.
"It hurts because of your annoying self!" Lin Caisang retorted sharply.
Yes, wasn't her pain caused by him? What a beautiful world it was, colourful and diverse. Instead of cherishing the good times, the idea of mutual exploitation and backstabbing is considered normal?
How horrifying that would be!