Chapter 52: Her Boyfriend Could Crush a Flirt with a Single Slap (15)

She was far too gentle with him.

Xue Yan was increasingly overcome by a sense of self-loathing. He buried his head in the hollow of her neck, his nose enveloped in her scent. His voice trembled, “Yao Yao, I am not good at all. You love me so dearly, yet I always make you worry. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of the child, but I can’t help it…”

Bai Yao gently stroked the top of his head. His black hair felt soft beneath her fingers, and her heart softened as well. “Xue Yan, in my heart, there’s no one in this world who compares to you.”

His voice was muffled, “Even the child?”

Bai Yao laughed out loud, “Of course including the child. You will always be the most important person in my heart.”

Xue Yan lifted his face slightly, rubbing his cheek against hers, lingering, kissing. Whether Bai Yao’s words were simply to comfort him or not, as long as he could hear them from her, he felt he ought to be content.

But Bai Yao was not so easily satisfied.

She cupped his face. In the darkness, she couldn’t see his expression, but she knew he could see hers. Her gentle features took on a solemn note. “I was planning to talk with you properly after work today. I didn’t notice your fear and anxiety, and that was my fault. So let’s seize this moment to talk now.”

Bai Yao said, “Sit up straight, no slouching.”

Xue Yan obediently sat upright. It was a pity she couldn’t see his proper demeanor in the darkness, or she certainly would have praised him.

Bai Yao held his hand. “Let me make it clear: whether or not I have a child, there is no doubt that you are the one I love most. Of course, I won’t deny that once the child is born, I’ll love him dearly too. But my reason for loving him is only one: because he is our child. I love you, so I will love him.”

Xue Yan lowered his gaze to Bai Yao’s hand gripping his own. He was silent.

Bai Yao continued, “Honestly, I didn’t expect to become pregnant. I thought we would never have a child.”

She had thought there was a reproductive barrier between them, so she could indulge freely. But Xue Yan’s situation turned out to be much more complicated than she had imagined.

Bai Yao said, “This child is not only mine but yours as well. So whether we keep him or not, we should make the decision together. Do you want me to give birth to this child?”

Hearing the question, Xue Yan stared at her blankly. “Yao Yao?”

He was unsure, lacking confidence, and dared not believe.

But Bai Yao affirmed his thoughts. “Though I’ve never been a mother, I believe responsible parents should ensure their child is born into love and expectation. If you’re not ready to become a father, we still have a choice.”

Xue Yan whispered, “But…but he’s your child too…”

Bai Yao sighed. She raised her hand to touch his cool cheek, her fingertip catching the dampness at the corner of his eye. Her voice was gentle, “Xue Yan, why do you think an unformed embryo in my womb could be more important than you?”

It seemed in that instant, Xue Yan fell into the most bewildered, helpless state of his life. His mind went blank—he forgot words, forgot his heartbeat, forgot to breathe.

He had never known that one day he could be loved so unconditionally, loved to the extreme. This love surpassed family, surpassed romance; it was deeper than any earthly bond could describe.

Perhaps, from an objective point of view, her unconditional indulgence and tolerance toward him could already be called “blind.”

When he was young, he was just a filthy creature hiding in a dark corner, scrambling for any scrap of garbage thrown by humans to fill his belly.

Even now, he couldn’t shake his habit of lurking in the shadows.

He himself thought he was someone who ought to be hated, yet here she was, curled up with him in this cramped, dark space, gently caressing his cheek.

When he transformed into a snake, did she mind the cold hardness of his skin?

When he couldn’t resist sneaking into the yard to catch mice, coming back dirty to beg for hugs—did she not mind the smell, or her clothes being soiled?

Every time he wanted to exchange scents with her insatiably, did she not…not mind that his lack of self-control was worse than a child’s, that he clung to her every day, annoying her?

She said—he was her most important person, even more than the child.

Bai Yao lifted her head and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. “Xue Yan, I love you.”

His damp lashes quivered, dark eyes misted, blurring his vision.

He could now be certain that, to the one who mattered most, he was the irreplaceable, the only one—yet he still could not smile. His whole body felt heavy, weighed down by the inexplicable fullness in his heart.

He had never imagined he could receive such persistent love.

In the darkness, Bai Yao heard the man’s trembling voice:

“Yao Yao, I…I can’t sit straight anymore…May I…may I bend down and hold you?”

Bai Yao laughed softly. “Yes.”

He pulled her into his arms. It was a tight, tight embrace. Normally, she would have shoved his head away and asked bluntly if he was trying to strangle her.

But now she said nothing, only pressed herself closer to him, listening quietly to his erratic heartbeat.

His emotions were out of control; his tail emerged unconsciously. The space in the cabinet was too cramped, so his tail pushed open the door, letting a faint light seep into the dark, narrow enclosure.

Bai Yao, tightly wound by the white serpent’s tail that most people would find terrifying, reached out her hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, as always handing the choice to him. “Xue Yan, do you want this child?”

Xue Yan’s gaze quivered as he met the girl’s eyes.

Her beautiful eyes reflected his pale, timid face; her gaze was so warm that he suddenly felt endless courage.

Xue Yan rubbed her hand. “Yao Yao, I want him.”

Because he was their child, Xue Yan was willing to try to love him.

Bai Yao asked deliberately, “Are you ready to take on the responsibility of a father?”

He nodded, “I will study hard.”

Bai Yao said, “Then you can’t take him mouse-hunting in the future.”

He replied, “Alright, I won’t take him mouse-hunting.”

Bai Yao said, “As a father you must give him pocket money. Are you willing?”

Xue Yan pursed his lips. “I can give him one yuan.”

He only had ten yuan of pocket money a week, but he was willing to share one tenth of it. Truly, fatherly love as solid as a mountain.