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For a moment, she didn't know how to persuade him.

Between them, there was another silence, and time passed little by little until the water she soaked her feet began to cool down. Duan Manyu bent down and planned to wipe his feet, but Zhou Liye took a quick step. First, he bent down and lifted her feet from the water, then wiped her feet with a towel, then held her horizontally and walked towards the bedroom.

She leaned against his arms, and his breath enveloped her again.

She knew that he was angry. His face had been blue since she said the words of reproductive rights, but even so, he wiped her feet and hugged her so gently.

When he put her on the bed, she put her arms around his neck, but pulled him down a bit and let his face close to himself, "leave the field, I'm sorry, I said that just now. I know you insist on reducing the tire because you care about me, but I really hope to give the child a chance, please!"

Her voice, with some pleading, some expectation.

"Then have you ever thought about what I should do if you really have an accident?" he asked, unable to bear the possibility of an accident.

"I promise that I will take my safety as my first priority and will not let myself have accidents," she said quickly, "I will not put myself in danger, because I know that my life is not just my own life, but I also hope you can understand my heart as a mother and let me kill a child who is likely to survive by reducing the tire. Maybe... In the future, I will regret it all my life and become my nightmare all my life."

"Have you ever thought that if you are really in danger, I will regret all my life and become my nightmare all my life?" he asked, staring at her with deep eyes, which even had a hint of begging.

Duan Manyu stifled. At the moment, it was like a knot. He never thought that the first big contradiction after marriage was caused by children.

"Well, go to sleep first and have a good rest." Zhou Liye said, gently opening Duan Manyu's hands and letting her head rest on the pillow.

She lay down and closed her eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. Her mind was a mess. Obviously, pregnancy should be a very happy thing, but now she had an impulse to cry.

In the middle of the night, Duan Manyu gently got out of bed and crept to the bathroom. She held her hands on the washing table. She wanted to vomit, but she couldn't vomit anything. Looking at her in the mirror, she looked sad. It was really different from her usual.

Lowering her head, she looked at her flat abdomen, where she was pregnant with two children, but one of them may not stay until she was born safely.

She wanted to protect the child and give birth to the child, but now she was deeply shrouded in that sense of powerlessness.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she murmured. Her eyes were red, and the crystal tears fell down on her hands and pajamas... What should she do to make the child well? What should she do

I never thought that I would encounter such a problem.