Mysteriously, An Ruo believed his words.
She just believed that he wouldn't make a move on her anymore.
Pulling back the covers, she looked at him with her sparkling eyes as the man smiled, crawled into bed, and gently wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead a few times.
In his embrace, An Ruo, free from any worries, soon fell asleep again. She even had a dream where she gave birth to a child, and they lived happily as a family of three.
When she woke up in the morning, Tang Yuchen was no longer by her side.
An Ruo walked out of the bedroom, and Aunt Zhou greeted her with a smile, "Young Lady, the Young Master has left. He made porridge for you before he left, and it's still warm."
"Aunt Zhou, why are you calling me Young Lady again?"
"You and the Young Master have reconciled, and now you're carrying the Young Master, so you are our Young Lady indeed."
