"If I don't love you, then I can have sex with any woman. That's not called love, but venting desire. I just want to do it with you, and I can only accept doing it with you. It's not mysophobia, but a psychological effect. Because

I love you, so I want to become one with you. Do you understand?"

Luo Anning buried her head in his arms in embarrassment and shyness, nodded, and said it so straightforwardly, she would be really stupid if she didn't understand.

But when did he say these sweet words?

Although it seems to be an explanation, doesn't that sentence imply a confession?

"Who taught you these words?" He poked his chest with his index finger, and a muffled voice came from his arms.

Rong Shaoqing coughed, hugged her, and his ears turned slightly red: "Who taught you what? I just told you when I thought of it. This will prevent you from thinking wildly."

…………

When Luo Anning was in her ninth month of pregnancy, Tang Chao and Lanna were engaged.

The engagement ceremony was held at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. Businessmen, dignitaries, and politicians from S City were all present to congratulate the ceremony.

The paparazzi and media blocked the entrance to the hotel, and the Tang Sect's horsemen were used to maintain order at the scene.

Lanna, a popular model, was born in a wealthy family without a strong background, but she was chosen by Mr. Tang as his wife, and she was envied by thousands of women for a while.

When Luo Anning appeared in the banquet hall with Young Master Rong on her arm, she attracted the attention of everyone. Guests from both business and political circles wanted to come forward to talk and build relationships.

But they were all stopped by Xu Zhiyuan and the bodyguards, but it was different from the past. If the young lady was not pregnant, Rong Shao might be able to deal with it if she was in a good mood. Now, the young lady attends the engagement banquet with a big belly, how can she let those people get close to her?

?

If something goes wrong, who can take responsibility?

Feng Churui and Wu Xuewei also came. When they saw them, they stepped forward and said, "Yan, you came very early."

Wu Xuewei looked at Luo An Ning's bulging belly like a curious baby, and then said hello with a sweet smile: "Hello, Uncle Rong, hello, Sister An Ning~"

Mr. Rong frowned: "Why am I an uncle, but An Ning is my sister?"

Feng Churui also smiled and added: "Xuewei, the seniority is wrong."

Wu Xuewei scratched her head in distress, "But Sister An Ning looks just like my elder sister. Calling her aunt is just too old."

Feng Churui couldn't laugh or cry. What kind of weird theory was this? "An Ning is your uncle Rong's wife, you should be called aunt. There should be no confusion in seniority."

Pouting, Wu Xuewei said dullly: "I know it's aunt, but..."

But, there is no such thing as a but.

Wu Xuewei said finally and fell silent.

Luo An Ning burst into laughter. Eighteen-year-old Wu Xuewei was not tainted by the secular world. What was on her mind was written all over her face.

Seeing that she had no ill intentions, she simply wanted to call her sister. Luo Anning raised her hand and patted Rong Yan, "You can call Xuewei whatever you want, it's just a title. Besides, I don't want to be called old."

Rong Shaomo still felt a little unhappy. Wu Xuewei got excited and held Luo An Ning's hand. She wanted to shake it but was worried about hurting the baby. She said nervously and cautiously: "Sister An Ning, it turns out that heroes think alike!"

"Arui, Yan, you are all here." At this time, Tang Chao, who was wearing a black handmade suit, came over with Lana, who was wearing a white wedding dress.
Chapter completed!