Liam Mitchell narrowed his eyes, staring at Tuan'erbao steadily, and reminded her in a lower voice, "Eva Thompson, it's winter now, and you're pregnant."
"But I just want to eat." The quilt ball moved, revealing a pair of round eyes, "Is it not possible?"
Liam Mitchell's breath hitched, and he felt his heart soften at that instant.
I just couldn't say "no".
He reached for the phone on the bedside table and looked at the time. It was three o'clock in the morning.
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