NOVPUBChapter 671: 671, fear, worry that he will leave.
Chapter 671: 671, fear, worry that he will leave.
Because of this, she lost her footing on the last step and stumbled forward. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
“Ah!” Gu Youli let out a startled gasp, his body breaking out in a cold sweat, and yelled out loud.
Li Chengyun, who was next to her, also felt his heart tighten.
Fortunately, Song Qinghuan fell directly into Shi Yuhuan’s arms. When she was about to fall, Shi Yuhuan rushed over like lightning to catch her.
“Don’t you know you’re pregnant? Who let you run down like this? What if you got hurt?” Shi Yuhuan’s angry voice chided softly.
Yet his hands tightly held the woman in his arms, his temples throbbing as nerves tensed, and his trembling palms were filled with cold sweat from the scare.
He was genuinely terrified earlier, with his heart almost leaping out of his chest. It seemed only she could invoke such extreme emotions in him.
Song Qinghuan pouted her lips at him, her eyes filled with grievance. Her complexion was somewhat pale due to the scare.
“Shi Yuhuan?” she called his name uncertainly. She gazed at him unblinkingly, her eyes full of affection and love.
How long had it been since he held her like this? It had been so long… she missed his embrace so much.
How did he suddenly appear? It felt so unreal, his face being so close to hers, yet she still found it hard to believe.
Was she dreaming?
With that thought, Song Qinghuan’s watery eyes became slightly nervous. She greedily stared at his handsome face.
His handsome face still had its distinct sharp angles, still bewitchingly charming. His gaze was as dangerously captivating and as icy as ever, no different from before.
She was not dreaming; the man she yearned for in her heart was right before her eyes.
The sudden joy was too overwhelming. It choked her, rendering her speechless.
Shi Yuhuan bent down and carried her, then carried her back to the bedroom upstairs.
As he set her down on the bed and tried to let go, Song Qinghuan flung herself at him, her hands tightly clinging to him: “I don’t want you to go!”
The embrace was so tight it was suffocating, making Shi Yuhuan’s heart tremble.
His concern caused him to soften: “I won’t leave!”
“You’re lying; you will!” As she spoke, Song Qinghuan’s tears broke forth like a breached dam, unable to be stopped.
A sigh of resignation echoed in his ears. Shi Yuhuan’s forehead rested in the warm hollow of her neck, dropping a deep kiss on her ear, his voice husky: “Holding me like this will make you uncomfortable, let me sit up properly first, okay?”
Song Qinghuan nodded, slowly releasing her grip on Shi Yuhuan, and helped him sit by the bed.
The raging affection in her heart was still slightly bitter, and then she gently leaned into his arms.
“Song Qinghuan, do not ever run down the stairs like this again. Don’t you know how long you’ve been pregnant? Are you testing yourself, or testing me with this?” Shi Yuhuan’s voice was cold.
“That’s only because I saw you,” Song Qinghuan explained with a grievance.
Shi Yuhuan lowered his head and asked coldly, “Do you want me to worry to death…? If anything happens to you while I’m not by your side, what am I to do?”
Song Qinghuan didn’t dare blink her eyes. Her gaze filled with a plea for mercy, as she could clearly see his anger and annoyance. She knew he was worried about her.
