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"If you want something else, shall we order it again?"

His words seemed to drown people inside. He was so close to her that song Qianqian could hear his shallow breath.

A sound hit her heart, like a little ripple circled by duckweed.

Junlin saw that she didn't answer. He continued to bend down and try not to press himself into her stomach. His left finger brushed her soft hair tail: "or do you have anything to eat? Tell me, I'll order it, okay?"

He coaxed her and tried to follow her temper, but there was an end.

Song Qianqian continued to close his eyes. Li didn't want to pay attention to him. He slowly pulled himself away from his arms, turned sideways and avoided another place by the bed.

Her eyelashes are very long. Under the reflection of the light, they are like a small fan, but this fan at the moment seems to bring a gust of wind, which makes a greater hurricane spread in Junlin's heart.

His lips trembled slightly, but he swallowed and forced himself to say in a softer tone: "since you don't want to eat, we won't eat. I asked my aunt to bring a glass of milk, drink it and have a good sleep. How about? If you're hungry in the middle of the night, I'll let them prepare food for you, so you won't be hungry."

But no matter how he advised, song Qianqian just didn't answer. The whole person curled up in one place, bowed and breathed for a long time, as if he were really asleep.

Junlin's eyes began to flow with strange eyes, with the omen of anger after forbearing his temper.

But he still controlled: "if the milk doesn't want to drink, I'll feed you myself. Feed it with my mouth."

With this sentence, song Qianqian opened her eyes completely with her back to her. She glanced at the people sitting behind her with her remaining light, light and cold.

"Aunt." after finishing this sentence, Junlin waited for her for five minutes, waiting in a good temper. Even her breathing slowed down, but after five minutes, she still didn't give her answer.

So he decided to call someone in.

But she was interrupted by song Qianqian's cold voice when she suddenly sat up. She looked into his eyes as if she were looking at a stranger, a stranger to hate: "Junlin, is it interesting for you to do this?"

Finally, when she answered, the corners of Junlin's lips bent slightly, and his eyes took back from the door panel.

The two men looked at each other, but the air was too depressed.

Junlin's eyes are soft and hot, but song's shallow eyes are so cold that people freeze.

"As long as you are willing to eat, nothing is too much." Junlin stretched out his hand to her and narrowed the distance between her and him. His eyes reflected her face and were very clear. "Yue'er, let's eat, OK? I know you have a big reaction to pregnancy. If you can't eat more, we'll eat less. Can you?"

Song Qianqian was annoyed by his actions, and was impacted by the word pregnancy. He wanted to push him away, but his body was tightly imprisoned in his arms by Junlin.

She pushed away and he pulled her. Until she was angry.

"Junlin, I won't give birth to this child. I've said many times that I will never give birth to this child. Why do you force me again and again? Our relationship can't accommodate this child, and I won't want him."

Because of these words, Junlin's strength to hold her arm gradually increased, and his eyes fell to the bottom in an instant. But also because he listened to her more, he began to be immune every time. Although the heart is still in pain, it can be ignored.

He loosened his strength, looked away, got up from bed, and his voice was depressed: "I asked my aunt to bring a glass of milk. If you don't drink, I'll feed you."