Shen Huoshui effortlessly slipped from his embrace and took a bite of crispy duck.
"...It hasn't tasted right these past few days."
Yun Mo's gaze deepened, and his thin lips parted. "You bite your tongue every night... It'd be a miracle if anything tasted right."
"..." Flushed with anger and embarrassment, Shen Huoshui pushed the crispy duck aside and threw herself at him. "Nonsense!"
Yun Mo caught her steadily, patting her shapely rear. "Don't move around so much," he said nonchalantly. "You never know..."
He paused for a moment, turned her around, and let his gaze fall to her flat abdomen. A low chuckle escaped his lips.
"There might already be a little life inside."
Shen Huoshui froze for a moment before resuming her elegant posture. She shot him a sidelong glance. "Wishful thinking?"
"I've put enough in there," the man said, his long lashes fluttering as his crimson lips curled into an enigmatic smile. "The odds can't be that low."
"..."
