Back in Xianling City, she coveted his handsome and extraordinary appearance, his unparalleled noble status.
He was the favored and admired young noble of countless girls across the Four Seas.
But who would have thought, beneath the glamorous attire was an ugly coward, a wretched person who dared not even leave the bed.
Ying Xiu's face twitched slightly, increasingly shadowy and indifferent, and as her gaze fell on her high-rounded belly, her hoarse tone seemed mocking:
"This pregnancy lasts three years. If you're not tired of it, I am."
Du Yicui's face suddenly turned cold: "What do you mean by that? Even at my worst, I wouldn't stoop to being the whore that anyone can have!
I conceived this child three years ago. I don't know what's up with you Central Netherworld people's blood; it's entirely different from mortal pregnancy. Do you think I'm not scared?
