Lately, Ye Qilan hadn't been giving her the cold shoulder. He was a normal man with physical needs, yet he seemed to never have any intention of touching her.
Hongxing wanted to ask why, but she was too shy to voice her question.
"What do you want to say?" Ye Qilan looked at Hongxing's tender face, his heart skipped a beat, and he hastily averted his gaze.
"Nothing, nothing, let's just sleep," Hongxing said as she turned off the bedside lamp.
Ye Qilan watched her carefree appearance and felt agonizingly torn. Every night was torture for him because she was heavily pregnant, and he had to keep holding back.
Having a warm beauty beside him every night, but being unable to touch her was pure torment.
Later, he figured out a solution: let Little Pudding sleep in the middle, and he wouldn't think about those strange thoughts. At the very least, he'd have to wait until Hongxing had the child before he could enjoy any benefits, right?
