Tong Ran grabbed his wrist, "Stop smoking."
Mo Nanjue paused his movement, and Tong Ran forcefully pulled him back, "Sit with me for a while."
"Let go."
Mo Nanjue pushed her away and was about to get up. Tong Ran didn't want him to smoke again, so she reached out and covered her lower abdomen, "I, I don't feel well."
The man indeed turned back. How could he not see through her little scheme? Mo Nanjue's gaze fell on her face. After a moment's thought, he still tossed the cigarette pack on the table and leaned down to sit beside her.
He placed his hand on her lower abdomen.
Tong Ran held his large hand. She didn't want to deceive him, "Actually, I'm not uncomfortable."
"I know."
Tong Ran was startled, he knew?
Mo Nanjue pulled her hand away. He bent down and pressed his ear against her still-flat abdomen, "Does he kick you?"
