His rough fingers reached into her clothes and touched her flat lower abdomen, their fingertips rubbing lightly as if they were caressing a rare treasure.

His hand seemed to have magical power, which made Song Tiantian feel a lot more soothed in an instant.

[The fact that this unmarried pregnancy doesn't know who the child's father is is is too embarrassing. 】

[When she took Song Tiantian to the hospital for an examination, she found that she was two months pregnant, but Song Tiantian was only eighteen years old at that time, and she hadn't even studied in college, how could they let her give birth to that little wild seed? 】

[The day after the Song family learned that she was pregnant, they asked her to kill the child, and later, gave her a ticket to go abroad. 】

Mrs. Qin's words lingered in his mind, word by word, striking heavily on his heart that he thought he was invulnerable.

There was a darkness in his eyes.

In a blur, Song Tiantian realized that his hand had wandered away from her **, and she subconsciously put her legs together.

"Isn't it okay to have me a baby?"

Song Tiantian sighed in her heart, she didn't know why Tang Jingyun suddenly mentioned having a child, he had said before that he respected her decision and would wait for her to think clearly before deciding whether to have a child......

"Is grandpa forcing you again?"

"No, it's just ...... I want to be born with you. ”

“……”

Song Tiantian didn't know what he was pretentious.

Isn't getting married, having a relationship, and having children a matter of course?

Tang Jingyun is about to be with her everywhere, why should she be so willful and not think about him at all?

He just wanted a child, and she—could satisfy him.

Song Tiantian was doing a strong ideological struggle in his heart.

Her face was flushed, covered with fine beads of sweat, and she didn't know if it was hot or because of his teasing.

Suddenly, she looked up and kissed his thin lips.

She kissed him as she reached for his belt.

Song Tiantian's initiative made Tang Jingyun slightly stunned, but before he had time to think about anything, the two became entangled together.

Song Tiantian held his fiery little hand, and his face seemed to be burning, red.

She was jerky and unskilled in pleasing and almost making him lose his armor.

Her seduction of him was really fatal.

Song Tilt rode on his waist, against his heat, sinking little by little......

"It hurts......," she frowned in pain.

It seems that she still hasn't adapted well - his size.

Tang Jingyun let out a low laugh helplessly.

"Baby, it does hurt to sit down."

He hugged her waist and spun her, crushing her under him, and the initiative was once again in his hands.

Song Tilting was depressed to death, whether it was in life, or in love, it was always him who was in control.

He parted her slender legs, caressed carefully and patiently for a while, carefully observed the changes in her expression, and saw that she was almost there, so he tentatively entered it.

He teased her shallowly.

Song Tiantian was almost tossed crazy by his slow rhythm, she bit her red lip, full of awkwardness, "It's almost, can you go deeper......"

She couldn't wait to see how cute she was in his eyes.

His big hands pressed against her waist, and he embed it in her—fit into each other, without a single slit that could be separated.

Song Tiantian only felt that the whole world was dark, and his brain was blank, as if he was immersed in a fast gagan like death.

She was staggered by his butt and kept humming, as if she was about to cry.

"Enough, don't want it......" she cried and begged for mercy.

I don't know how long it took for him to release himself in her warmth.