The sky gradually darkened, Yang Cheng finally ended the battle, while Yang Rou was already exhausted to the point of fainting.
Beside them, Kong Lingwen's cheeks flushed, her brows and eyes filled with spring, clearly affected by the scene just now.
She pretended to be calm as she stood up, walked to the bedside, and gently stroked Yang Rou's flat belly, as if fantasizing that Yang Rou had a baby inside.
Seeing this, Yang Cheng could only apologize silently. He and Yang Rou made careful arrangements last night; it was impossible to leave any seeds.
Kong Lingwen's hope was bound to be dashed!
"Let her sleep well, let's go outside and talk."
Kong Lingwen said this, and was the first to walk out of the bedroom, while Yang Cheng dressed and followed out.
In the living room, Ling Er sat on the sofa with flushed cheeks, a sweet feminine fragrance lingering in the air.
