Shi Lingyan stared into her eyes, his gaze growing more intense, "Pregnant?"
Shi Mei squinted, watching the man whose emotions were indecipherable, unable to guess his thoughts at that moment.
Slowly drawing in the smoke and exhaling, Shi Mei tugged at her lips, "Rest assured, it has nothing to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with me?" Shi Lingyan glanced at the cigarette in her hand, "Are you sure?"
"Sure, unrelated." Shi Mei took a deep drag of her cigarette, meeting his gaze with an unfaltering face, not blushing or out of breath.
Indeed, because there was no such thing in the first place, of course, it was unrelated to him.
Shi Mei exhaled a long stream of smoke, her voice soft, "Tell your man to pull over, I should be going."
"Going?" Shi Lingyan's lips curled with a hint of sarcasm, "Where to?"
At this, Shi Mei felt an ominous premonition, "What else do you want?"
She couldn't be thinking that the 'child in her belly' was his, could she?
