This child cannot stay...

Zong Zhengchen looked at the light of expectation in her eyes. His throat seemed to be strangled and choked. His eyes were dazed and painful, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

After a long while, he spoke with difficulty:

"Ye'er, I... don't like children."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Qin Ye's face froze, and Yue'er and Yun Ying who were standing next to him were also stunned.

The affection between the prince and the princess is obvious to everyone. The happiest thing is that two people are together because of love and give birth to the fruit of their love.

But, the prince...

Suddenly, Qin Ye seemed to be hallucinating, his smile froze on his lips, and he spoke in a daze:

"What did you just say..."

Did she seem to have heard it wrong?

Zong Zhengchen felt a sharp pain in his chest. He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, suppressed the pain in his eyes, held his hands, and said:

"Ye'er, I feel good now. Our relationship is good. It's comfortable, relaxed and easy. I don't want to change."

Listening to his words, Qin Ye felt the blood in his body getting colder and colder.

Don't like children? But you are with her day and night?

You don't like the child, but you want to sleep with her?

He didn't want to change the status quo, but he longed to possess her body and enjoy a brief moment of pleasure.

What is this?

I want to sleep with her, but I don't want to be responsible for her.

So what is the relationship between them?

couple?

friends with benefits?

Oh!

Looking at the cold and unparalleled face in front of her, scenes from the past flashed rapidly before her eyes. It was him who said that they would hold hands for life and support each other. It was also him who said that they would never leave each other and would depend on each other through life and death. Now, it was still him who wanted to sleep with her but didn't want to take responsibility.

She thought that if she had a child, he would be very excited and happy...

She was just being sentimental...

Qin Ye slowly lowered his eyes, suppressed the bitterness and self-mockery in his eyes, quickly adjusted his mentality, and pulled his hands away from his palms:

“I think it’s pretty good now.”

She spoke in a calm voice: "No ties, no worries, free to do whatever I want, and I don't want to change our current way of getting along."

The light in her eyes went out, and she became eerily calm.

Zong Zhengchen looked at her, but he couldn't see her. She seemed very close, but suddenly, she seemed very far away. He panicked for no reason:

"Ye'er..."

He wanted to grab her, but she calmly raised her hand and gathered the hair around her ears:

"Then don't have children. Having more children will only cause more trouble. I'm not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble."

"Ye'er, that's not what I meant..."

"I know." She looked up and said very sensibly, "You are the master of this family. Whatever you say is what I will listen to. If you say you don't want children, then don't. It won't be too late to have children whenever you want. Anyway, I am still young, so there is no rush for children."

This must not be what she really thinks!

He was anxious.

Without having time to speak, Qin Ye held his brow and walked towards the bed: "I'm sleepy."

Lie down, turn your back, and sleep.

The man stood stiffly where he was, staring at her thin and frail back. It felt like there was a mouthful of blood choking in his throat, unable to go up or down, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Inside the house, the atmosphere became extremely weird and no one dared to speak.

It's quiet.

Dead silence.

It's long.

After an unknown amount of time, the man pursed his lips, turned around and left without saying a word.

The footsteps faded away.

On the bed, with his back to everyone, Qin Ye clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, bit his lower lip, and trembled slightly. He used all his strength to hold back the urge to sob...