Nangong Xu just glanced at her and did not speak.
Baili Xia looked away and cast her eyes down to her still-flat belly.
What would happen if she angered him, she wondered—yet why even ask such a question?
Angering Uncle, what could possibly end well, and why must she deliberately antagonize him?
An arm cannot twist a thigh. If Uncle truly wanted her to give birth here, before she got a chance to escape, it would be better to first learn how to protect herself.
"Master, I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while," she suddenly said.
"Alright." Nangong Xu fluffed the blanket for her and, before leaving, he couldn't resist reminding her, "Do not play tricks, do not think about escaping. It will anger him."
"Angering Mr. Xiaojiu is not a bit beneficial for the child in your belly. Be good, Master will stay here with you, taking care of you, alright?"
She did not respond, lying on the bed and pulling the blanket over herself.
