Chapter 211: To Have a Child of Our Own

Zhu Yuan collapsed in exhaustion in Sheng Yu's arms.

Her entire body was covered in sweat, and though he was even hotter and more damp than she was, she did not dislike this feeling at all.

Looking at the woman in his arms, her expression revealing a post-intimacy languor and her eyes and brows looking charming, Sheng Yu pulled her tighter into his embrace, his lips pecking at her forehead again and again.

Fearing that he would become aroused again if he kept kissing her, Zhu Yuan hurriedly raised her soft, boneless hand to push him away.

"Tired."

Tiredness was secondary; it was the dull ache in her lower abdomen that she couldn't ignore—it wasn't exactly unbearable, but she figured it would pass if she rested for a while.

Counting it up, her period was five days late, so it should be coming soon, which would explain the reaction; it had been like this in the past, so she didn't take it to heart.

Her soft, coquettish voice made one's heart itch, making Sheng Yu even more unable to keep his hands off her.

He grabbed her hand and kissed it, saying, "I won't tease you anymore. Just lie obediently in my arms and don't move; let me hold you for a while."

The corners of Zhu Yuan's mouth curved up, her fingers idly fiddling with the light blue Hair Tie on his right wrist.

The green Hair Tie she had given him before had faded, and this was a new one she had replaced it with after returning from her tour in Yucheng.

"In a while, when the weather gets hot and you wear less, the Hair Tie will be seen by others."

Sheng Yu didn't care. "Let them see it; I wear it for others to see."

Zhu Yuan rolled over from his arms, propping herself up on his chest with both hands, her face flushed red. "Where is your dignity?"

In this position, her beautiful, unclad figure was visible at a glance.

Sheng Yu admired her without restraint, his arm gently wrapping around her slender, soft waist. "Dignity and being your man are two different things; they don't conflict."

She would never know how much he feared losing her.

Yet for some reason, after he said this, Zhu Yuan's eyes turned red and she avoided his gaze.

Sheng Yu sat up without hesitation and pulled her tightly into his arms. "Yuanyuan, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Zhu Yuan hid from him.

But she was trapped in his arms, and the range she could move was limited; besides, Sheng Yu would never give her a chance to dodge.

He extended one long leg, bent the other to pin her body in place, and used both hands to press on her shoulders and pull her back.

He lowered his head to seek her eyes.

When he saw tears sliding from the corners of Zhu Yuan's eyes, Sheng Yu's heart ached with panic. "Yuanyuan, don't cry."

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken; the moment he did, Zhu Yuan's tears broke like a dam, becoming impossible to stop.

Sheng Yu scrambled to wipe her tears.

Aside from the few times she had faked crying in front of him before, Zhu Yuan rarely shed tears; at most, her eyes would just turn red.

Let alone crying as aggrievedly as she was now.

It was something that had never happened before.

She didn't say a single word, but Sheng Yu knew.

He cupped her face in his hands, lowering his head to kiss her again and again. "Can't you see how I feel about you? No woman will ever affect our relationship—not now, and not in the future."

"Don't cry, Yuanyuan."

Sheng Yu coaxed her in a low voice.

He, who had never been a patient person, was now tirelessly coaxing her, kissing her, and running his fingers through her hair. "My heart is in a mess because of your crying."

Didn't Yuan Fengye say that when a woman cries, you just need to coax her with a few sweet words?

Why was his Yuanyuan like this when she cried?

Her tears seemed endless.

Yet he didn't feel annoyed or angry in the slightest; beyond the heartache, he felt mostly self-reproach.

Why couldn't he have been calmer that night?

Looking at Zhu Yuan's red, swollen eyes, Sheng Yu pulled her tightly into his arms. "Hit me, scold me, just don't cry. Be good, listen to me, stop crying, okay?"

"You know I'm not good at coaxing women. Tell me what I have to do to make you stop crying? Tell me, and I'll do it."

Sheng Yu wrapped one arm around her shoulders and reached the other behind her knees, lifting her horizontally onto his lap, freeing up a hand to wipe her tears.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuan turned, propped her hands on his shoulder, and bit down hard.

She vented all the emotions of the past two days.

The next second, Sheng Yu felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He let out a muffled groan.

But he only furrowed his brows slightly; he didn't push her away or cry out in pain, feeling how Zhu Yuan was biting him with almost all her strength, feeling how aggrieved she was and how turbulent her suppressed emotions were.

His broad, warm palm gently stroked the back of her head, and Sheng Yu sighed in heartache, softly soothing her emotions.

"Baby, stop crying, okay?"

Zhu Yuan bit his shoulder, a sob escaping her throat.

For a long while, she didn't let up her force.

But Sheng Yu could feel her emotions stabilizing, and she had stopped crying.

If this could make her stop crying, it wouldn't matter if she bit him to death.

Finally, Zhu Yuan released his shoulder.

There was a deep tooth mark on Sheng Yu's shoulder, sunken into his firm skin, with blood faintly seeping out.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhu Yuan had tears hanging from her eyes, which were red and swollen from crying.

Sheng Yu was heartbroken; how could he still feel any pain?

He shook his head. "My flesh is tough; are your teeth sore?"

Zhu Yuan broke into a smile through her tears, pressing the back of her hand against her lips, biting her lower lip, her eyes shimmering with crystalline tears.

Sheng Yu lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, and affectionately rubbed his nose against hers.

"So my Yuanyuan is made of water."

The two faced each other with their foreheads pressed tightly together; his warm, lingering breath as he spoke was like a fire roasting Zhu Yuan.

Recalling how she had cried like that in front of Sheng Yu just moments ago, she felt embarrassed for a moment and her eyes darted away.

Sheng Yu, however, pinched her chin and kissed her lips, "I never knew you were so good at crying before."

"Are you still feeling proud of yourself?" Zhu Yuan slapped his hand away.

Sheng Yu took the opportunity to catch her hand in his palm and press it against his left chest, "Do you want to feel it and see how shattered it is?"

"You're heartbroken? My heart is the one that's shattered!" Zhu Yuan tried to pull her hand away.

But Sheng Yu held on too tightly, and she couldn't pull it out at all.

"Let me feel it," Sheng Yu said, pulling her hand and pressing it against her own chest.

Neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing, so this touch inevitably brushed against a sensitive spot on Zhu Yuan.

Her breathing hitched.

Sheng Yu, pressing down on her hand, had already begun to move.

Zhu Yuan's face gradually flushed red.

Feeling the change in the strength of the man's fingers, her heart tightened, but it was already too late.

The world spun, and Sheng Yu pressed her down onto the bed, lowering his head to look at her with gentle eyes, "Yuanyuan, let's have a child that belongs to us."

Zhu Yuan did not catch the deeper meaning in Sheng Yu's words.

To have a child of theirs...

She raised her hand to hook around his neck, silently responding to his passion.

A light sparked in Sheng Yu's eyes, and he let out a low chuckle.

He had finally coaxed her into a good mood.