An hour later, Mrs. Qingshui returned home with a belly full of discomfort. By the time she got home, the remnants of passion had completely faded from her face, yet she couldn't dare to press her hands against her swollen abdomen.
Because of her age, she had already been fitted with an intrauterine device, so Aoyama Xiu Xin had not taken any protective measures.
Besides, he had always firmly believed that interactions between people should be intimate without any barriers; those hindered the sublimation of emotions.
It was simply unpleasant.
Qingshui Yi, anxious about his mother's endeavor to persuade Aoyama Xiu Xin, had been waiting at the door. Upon seeing his mother step out of the car, he couldn't wait and hurried up to meet her.
"Mom, what did Aoyama Xiu Xin say?"
Though he was already 18 and a veteran member of the Violent Gang, there was still a hint of childlike innocence about him whenever he was with his mother.
