Shang Yu's slight smile at the edge of his lips dimmed a bit, his gaze becoming slightly dark, and he remained silent for a long time.
Li Qiao could keenly detect any slight change in him.
All the more so for a sensitive topic like having a child.
Li Qiao, clutching the towel around her chest, sat up and pursed her lips, locking eyes with Shang Yu, "Now is not..." the right time to have children.
She didn't have a chance to say those last few words, as the man planted a kiss on her forehead and then left the bedroom.
The air was left with his words, "I'm going to prepare the medicine."
Li Qiao gazed down at her fingertips, her expression very faint.
Did he really think it was a good time to have a child now?
With internal and external troubles aplenty, if she really became pregnant, how big of a vulnerability would that be?
By then, let alone protecting the child, she wouldn't be able to protect even herself.
