Zhixi was a bit upset. "Who says so? He's been with me for the past few months."
"But he hasn't seen you with a big belly, has he?" Pei Yuanchen's eyes fell on her belly again, clicking his tongue, "Do you know why I wasn't interested in you at first? Because when we first met, you were a pregnant woman, and I saw you with a big belly for seven or eight months. It was really unappetizing."
Zhixi's face turned red with anger, and she picked up a sofa pillow to throw at his face, "Jingyao is nothing like you! Go to hell!"
This guy wouldn't stop until he annoyed her five, six, seven, or eight times a day.
Pei Yuanchen calmly caught the sofa pillow, "I'm trying to comfort you, to make you feel that maybe He Jingyao not being around is a good thing?"
"Shut up!" Zhixi continued to glare at him, "Pei Yuanchen, I think you're doomed to be single for life! Any woman who has your child must have bad luck for eight generations!"
