Lin Jiayi hadn't let him touch her since she got pregnant, having kept her distance for over half a year already.
The doctor clearly said they could after three months, and he even heard brothers from the same village saying that there was no need for avoidance during pregnancy, that things could continue as normal.
Why was Lin Jiayi so delicate?
It wasn't his fault, not his fault at all; it was Lin Jiayi who didn't want him to touch her.
He was a normal, healthy man; he couldn't always hold back, and today he had drunk a bit too much, with alcohol adding to his mischief.
Psyching himself up, Li Guangyuan finally pushed open the door in front of him.
The lights were off in his mother's room; she must have been resting already, but their room still had the oil lamp burning.
Li Guangyuan parked his bike under the eaves, their room's door was open, too.
"Why are you coming back now?" Lin Jiayi asked as she saw Li Guangyuan.
