Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 9 Coincidence
In the early morning, the dew is still blooming on the branches, and the little spots are glowing under the sunlight.

Ximo stood quietly in front of the window. Recently, she has been sleeping more and more restlessly, so she always wakes up very early.

Seven or eight days had passed, those seven nights seemed as if nothing had happened in the passage of time, but only she herself knew that her body had already changed.

She was no longer a girl but a woman, and the pain of that first night was still in her memory.

"Sister, are you waiting for brother-in-law?" Xiyao's mischievous voice suddenly came from his ears while he was in a trance.

Ximo turned her head and tapped his forehead, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Mother said that my sister will marry Brother Feng in one month. I will call him brother-in-law every morning and evening, so I will call him brother-in-law." As a matter of course, Xi Yao smiled Mimi.

Ximo parted her lips slightly, and after thinking about it, she asked, "Xiyao, will he come today?"

"That's right, Mother said so, and asked the girl to prepare some tea."

"Oh." Mother was careful, but she was really afraid of seeing Mu Lianfeng. However, it is better to say many things sooner than later. Come, please invite him to my sister's place."

"Sister, I'm ashamed." Xi Yao shaved her face and was ashamed of Xi Mo.

Ximo spat: "Children are not allowed to talk nonsense about adults."

"I'm not a child anymore. I'm eight years old, and my sister is only eight years older than me." Making a face, Xiyao turned her head and ran back to play while embarrassing her face.

"Ah!" With a soft sigh, Ximo suddenly found that she was very tired.

It's the heart that's tired, if it wasn't for Xiyao, she wouldn't have to be tired at this moment.

After eating breakfast, she picked up a book and read it, but couldn't see a word. She only hoped that Mu Lianfeng would come, but at the same time, she was so afraid of seeing Mu Lianfeng. Go, she can only ask him for her affairs, because she really can't tell her mother to withdraw the marriage, one is afraid of hurting the friendship between the Lan family and Mu Lian's family, the other is that she is afraid of hurting Mu Lianfeng, But everything has to be said after all, paper can't cover fire, he will know about her body sooner or later.

Thinking sadly, her heart became more and more sad. After sitting like this for a long time, she suddenly felt a shadow flashing over in front of the door. She thought it was Mu Lianfeng, but Ximo turned her head subconsciously, but it was a woman, confused. Glancing at the woman, "Grandma, who let you in?"

"It's the wife. The wife said that I would come here occasionally to tell you something that should be paid attention to in the boudoir of men and women, so as not to make jokes when you are married and make your husband's family unhappy. Today I am free, so I will come."

"Oh." Then listen, if you don't want to listen, you have to listen. Before she made it clear to Mu Lianfeng, she had to endure some torture.

The mother-in-law started talking, and Ximo didn't want to hear it, but when she heard the mother-in-law talk about when women are usually easy to get pregnant, her mind skipped a beat, "Grandma, what you said just now Please repeat it again, please?"

I accidentally heard it, but the more I listened, the more panic I felt. It seemed that the seven days when the man kidnapped her were the seven days when she was most likely to conceive. The first three days and the last three days of the 14th day of menstruation, my God, why is it so skillful?

Could it be that there are spies in the house?
Thinking of this, Ximo's heart became a mess, and she couldn't listen anymore.

"Miss, are you listening?" The mother-in-law asked hastily after noticing that Ximo's face was pale.

Ximo forced herself to calm down, "Grandma, I feel a little uncomfortable, you can talk about it when you have time."

I don't know when the mother-in-law left, I only know that when I got up, it seemed as if there was a little life on the lower abdomen I was stroking with my hand, but she didn't even know who the man was, she only remembered the man who lived every day. A scent of sandalwood lingering between the bed curtains.

That taste has always been vivid in her memory, and she can't get rid of it no matter what, making her feel anxious to death.

But unfortunately, he couldn't die...

(End of this chapter)