Chapter 4544

Yinling hugged the quilt still in shock, wiped the tears and snot from her face, and crawled out of the bedroom, with tears and snot in her eyes to find her mother.

The news that Zhuang Xiaoyu fell ill at night and killed someone quietly spread in the priest's mansion.

The silver charcoal was burning vigorously, emitting a bright red light. Qin Wuyan looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, his clenched fist trembling slightly.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise, I don't know what will happen.

When she faced him during the day, she was so docile and considerate, but at night, the hatred accumulated in her heart was stimulated like a flood of beasts, swallowing her reason even worse, and aggravating the deep-seated pain in her heart... hate.

While Zhuang Xiaoyu was drowsy, Qin Wuyan cleaned up the entire bedroom, even the hairpins thrown randomly on the dressing table were locked in the dressing box.

By the time all this was done, the sky was already dark.

Qin Wuyan rubbed his tired eyebrows, and was about to lie down beside Zhuang Xiaoyu for a while, but saw Zhuang Xiaoyu opened his eyes.

The man's body tensed instantly, and his gaze fell firmly on her eyes.

I saw Zhuang Xiaoyu staring at the roof of the tent with those sleepy eyes open for a while, and after a while, the eyeballs full of confusion moved and regained a sliver of clarity.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked sideways at Qin Wuyan, saw that Qin Wuyan was also looking at him, raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, and muttered, "Ah Yan, when did you come here?"

"I came over when you were asleep. I was busy yesterday, so I came late." Qin Wuyan stretched his hand to the back of her neck and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I may have had a stiff neck last night, and the back of my neck hurts." Zhuang Xiaoyu twisted her head.

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan thought of the force with which he struck last night, even though it wasn't too heavy, he still rubbed the back of her neck guiltily.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was like a docile cat, leaning softly on his chest, allowing him to caress the back of her neck, squinting her eyes comfortably, and remained motionless, with an expression of enjoyment on her face as if she had returned to the way she was when they first met.

Qin Wuyan's heart seemed to be touched by something, he turned sideways, hugged her in his arms, and put his palm on her swollen belly, "After winter, when spring comes, the child will be born."

Zhuang Xiaoyu rubbed his cheek with the tip of her nose affectionately, and said softly, "I'm a little scared, what should I do?"

"What are you afraid of?" Qin Wuyan asked, "Afraid you won't be born?"

"Um."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Something rolled gently in the man's palm, and Qin Wuyan lifted the quilt in shock, staring at Zhuang Xiaoyu's belly, "Did the child kick me just now? Did he kick me?"

The ecstasy of becoming a father for the first time was about to overwhelm him.

Originally, he didn't have much feeling for children, even when he saw the little baby made of pink makeup and jade that Min Huizhu brought over, he didn't feel much ups and downs in his heart.

But when his hand landed on Zhuang Xiaoyu's belly just now, the feeling as if something slipped through his palm shocked him instantly.

It was a natural blood relationship, he and Zhuang Xiaoyu's flesh and blood, and his Qin Wuyan's child.

Across a layer of belly, the child will greet himself.

It was the first time for Zhuang Xiaoyu to see Qin Wuyan have such big mood swings, she pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Yes, when the baby gets older, it will move more frequently..."

Looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu's gentle smiling face, Qin Wuyan suddenly got wet eyes...