Tears welled up more and more in Rong Sheng's eyes, and her hatred for him grew stronger.
After savoring her sweetness, Chu Yifeng slowly released her face and gently pressed her onto the bed, he asked, "Where is the daughter you bore for me? Dawn has broken, I should go see her now."
"Ha..."
Rong Sheng let out a light laugh, her face full of tear stains and a mocking smile, beautiful as if a fairy had mistakenly fallen to the mundane world.
"Laughing at what?" Chu Yifeng lightly stroked her belly, "This here, has carried my child, is it a fact you think you can change by laughing?"
"What makes you think I would bear a child for you?" Rong Sheng wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, flexing her wrist.
Even though she was still weak, she would exert herself to recover.