The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

Chapter 292 - Pregnant



Chapter 292 - Pregnant

Song Yunli felt warm in her heart. He had changed so much for her over the past few days, but she could do nothing for him. Thinking of this, she stood up and wanted to hug him, but after taking a few steps, she felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.

"Clang!" The porridge bowl fell to the ground.

"Li'er..." Feng Muyan hurriedly carried Song Yunli to the bed, rolled up her sleeves and reached out. When he felt her slippery pulse, his whole body stiffened instantly.

After a long time, he finally recovered. Afraid that he had probed wrongly, he used his other hand, but the result was the same.

Feng Muyan covered his chest with his hands and opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream, but no sound came out.

In desperation, he ran to the yard, grabbed Tuantuan's two front paws, and swung it in the air for several circles before it gradually calmed down.

"I'm going to be a father! This king is going to be a father!"

"Ah...ah..." Will its claws break? After all, it is an old man in the wolf world, but it can't stand such torture!

"Tuantuan, you are happy for me too, right? I know that my love for you is not in vain!" After he finished speaking, he picked up Tuantuan's two front paws and started swinging them again. During this time, he regarded Tuantuan's screams as feedback of pleasure.

Half an hour later, Song Yunli woke up slowly. When she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Muyan's big face close to her. She couldn't help but take a breath and said softly, "Amu, what's that expression on your face? Are you happy or conflicted? Do you think I have a terminal illness?"

Feng Muyan just chuckled, scratched Song Yunli's quilt with his left hand, grabbed his robe with his right hand, then paced back and forth in the room with his index fingers folded and clasped together, his feet bouncing as he walked, which made Song Yunli twitch her lips.

Finally, Song Yunli couldn't bear it any longer, so she threw back the quilt and tried to get out of bed, but was stopped by Feng Muyan and pushed back onto the pillow.

"Amu, what happened to you?"

"Li'er, you are not alone now, so I have to treat you like an ancestor." Feng Muyan pulled Song Yunli's hand and placed it on his chest. The indescribable tenderness in his eyes once again stunned Song Yunli.

Could it be that she really had an incurable disease? Could it be that she didn't have much time left? That's why she beat Amu like this. It must be like this!

"Amu, if I'm gone, you must live well." Song Yunli reached out and smoothed Feng Muyan's slightly messy hair, her eyes full of reluctance.

"Ah? How can you be gone? From now on, not only you will be here, but also our son. We will live well together." After saying this, Feng Muyan proudly reached out and touched Song Yunli's lower abdomen. It was really incredible that his son was living there now.

Listening to what Feng Muyan said and watching his actions, Song Yunli was stunned for a moment. Could it be that Ah Mu meant that she...she was pregnant? Then she had just made another embarrassing mistake!

"Amu, are you saying that I'm pregnant?" Song Yunli asked uncertainly.

"That's right, Li'er, in another nine months, you will become a mother." Feng Muyan excitedly hugged her in his arms. Finally, someone shared this joy with him.

Song Yunli put out her hand and touched her belly, her hands trembling a little. In her previous life, she had never had a child, let alone marriage, for more than twenty years. In this life, she was still so young and was going to be a mother. Maybe God was blessing her.

Seeing that the person in his arms didn't say anything for a long time, Feng Muyan smiled lightly and lowered his head, only to find that Song Yunli's fair little face was covered with mottled tear marks. He couldn't help but feel anxious, and hurriedly reached out to wipe it gently, "Li'er, what's wrong with you? Shouldn't you be happy to be a mother?"


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