Lu Sheng waited for a while, but when he saw no response, he gently scratched his hand which had already stiffened: "Give me some response."
Zhou Qingrang, as if waking from a dream, had his emotions churning tumultuously: "Did you do this on purpose?"
Lu Sheng looked directly at him: "Yes, I tampered with the condom."
His face showed no joy, only concern.
"Lu Sheng—"
Lu Sheng knew what he was going to say and interrupted: "Even if I have to raise the child alone, I will definitely have this child."
Child.
That word left him completely at a loss. All the plans he had made were overturned at that moment, leaving him with only one thought: he could not die.
His hand that rested on her abdomen moved gently, feeling her warmth through her clothes seared into his palm: "Shengsheng, right after the surgery, we'll get married immediately."
Lu Sheng, her face flushed, nodded vigorously: "Okay."
It was after eight, and Zhou Xufang had not yet gone home.
