Jun Hao looked anxious: “Are you feeling unwell? I’ll call a doctor immediately.”
An Ke gave him a faint smile: “I’m fine, just drank too quickly. Sorry for dirtying your clothes, go change quickly.”
Jun Hao was slightly stunned. Today’s An Ke always made him feel something was off. He touched her forehead again: “What else would you like to drink? I’ll have it prepared right away.”
“I want to sleep,” An Ke turned away from him.
“The doctor said to sleep appropriately, not too much,” Jun Hao frowned.
An Ke smiled again: “Okay, I won’t sleep. Go change your clothes and accompany me to the garden for some sun. Isn’t the winter weather good this year?”
Jun Hao seemed infected by her good mood, gently kissing her cheek: “I’ll go clean up. Be good and wait for me.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you,” she smiled, watching him enter the bathroom.
An Ke’s expression immediately darkened, her face cold, staring blankly. Fragments she didn’t want to remember surfaced, her hands lightly trembling over her belly. Her eyes alternating between confused, sharp, and vacant.
“An Ke, what’s wrong?” Jun Hao had somehow returned.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t worry, with me here, I won’t let you suffer any grievance,” Jun Hao embraced her, perhaps sensing her difference.
An Ke leaned on his chest, suddenly asking: “Are you willing to marry me?” When asking this, she didn’t look up, not wanting to see his expression, but she still felt his body slightly tremble.
Why would you suddenly ask that?” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her, but he couldn’t tell if she truly wanted to marry him or was just acting on impulse.
“You don’t want to, which I should have realized earlier,” she chuckled.
“No, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…” He didn’t know how to explain. He still had many things to do for her, and this wasn’t the right time to discuss marriage. At least he would make sure those who hurt her would be punished.
“Can I meet your mother?” He didn’t promise her, but she didn’t seem angry at all.
