In the kitchen, the panting gradually rose.

Lin Mo was so weak that he kissed him that he couldn't help but slid down.

If Jiang Ci hadn't been supporting her all the time.

She might have slid directly from the cooking table.

"Don't……"

Lin Mo couldn't tell whether he was more rational or more emotional.

This is the first time in her life that she has experienced what it means to say "I don't want it, but I'm very honest in my heart."

Jiang Ci kissed her desperately, one after another.

It seems like I want to vent all my liking that I have suppressed for the past five years.

"Stop kissing...um...um...um..."

Lin Mo pushed him, his fingers weak and weak.

Jiang Ci's eyes were as dark as the firelight shining in the middle of the night, and the tide was surging.

At some point, his hand had already pressed on her waist and abdomen.

There, there was a faint and rough scar.

Time seems to be still.

Jiang Ci just pressed her down, motionless.

Lin Mo was a little hot all over. She noticed that the temperature on his body seemed to be much higher than hers.

Realizing that he was not moving, Lin Mo asked with difficulty, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Ci said in a hoarse voice, "How did this scar... come from?"

"Oh, you said that on your stomach? I had an surgery when I was born Linque. Didn't he stay in my stomach for eleven months? It was a bit dangerous. The doctor suggested a caesarean section, so I had a surgery."

As soon as she heard Lin Mo say, she was pregnant with Lin Que for eleven months.

Jiang Ci's heart couldn't help but feel a sensation.

Although he couldn't understand how difficult it was to be a mother himself, he always saw the difficulties of mothers getting pregnant and having children in social news.

Jiang Ci felt a little distressed, overwhelmed half of the impulse.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

It took Lin Mo a while to realize what he was asking.

He shook his head subconsciously, "It doesn't hurt, it's anesthesia, it's a little bit late when he recovers later, and it's a little bit tolerant."

Having a baby is really difficult.

Lin Mo didn't know before he became a mother.

She only realized after becoming a mother.

Every mother in the world deserves praise.

It is said that maternal love is glorious, probably this is the mentality.

Jiang Ci was silent for a while, and the intense breath in his chest gradually calmed down.

"sorry."

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, "Why do you want to say sorry?"

Jiang Ci pursed his lips, "I'm not by your side then."

He failed to give birth with her.

He couldn't share the burden with her.

Lin Mo smiled, "What's the matter? Are you by my side now? What's more, I'm fine and nothing is wrong."

Jiang Ci hugged her, resting her chin on her shoulder, and his voice was muffled, "We're not giving birth."

Lin Mo didn't react for a while, "Ah?"

Jiang Ci's voice came over again, "Just let's just want Lin Que."

He didn't want her to continue to suffer such pain.

He just accidentally touched the scar.

The feel is shocking.

It’s hard to imagine how painful the process of surgery and recovery was.

What's more, he's known about it before.

It is best for women who have a caesarean section to not have a second child.

More dangerous.

Lin Mo reacted and was a little amused and crying for a while.

This style of painting turns too fast.

Women are also moved.

So she hugged him back and patted him on the back, "It's okay."

"As long as it is our child, I will be willing to give birth."
Chapter completed!