The tea tray exploded in his hand, turning into countless tiny wood shavings that drifted down between them, into her hair, and onto the floor.
The wood shavings fluttered down like snow.
Li Yunrui stood frozen with her hand raised, as though stunned.
Zhou Cheng swept his hand, and his true qi cleared away the clutter around them, brushing the fragments aside.
He had no idea what had gotten into Li Yunrui, and he had lost his patience.
The key to solving a problem lay in the method of communication.
He grabbed Li Yunrui's hand and pinned her onto the desk.
Her back struck the cold, hard desktop, making Li Yunrui shudder. As though waking from a dream, she tried to push herself up with her arms, but she could not pull her hands free.
Just as Zhou Cheng was about to use force to make her cooperate-
"No! You can't! I'm pregnant!"
Li Yunrui turned her head aside, her voice trembling slightly.
Zhou Cheng's movements stopped abruptly.
He looked down at her profile, mere inches away. Candlelight fell across her face; her exquisitely beautiful features now showed a hint of panic, and her lashes trembled faintly.
"What?"
Li Yunrui bit her lip and said nothing.
Zhou Cheng got off her.
Li Yunrui immediately rose and turned her back to him, her hands trembling slightly as she straightened her disheveled clothes.
Zhou Cheng stood there, watching her slender back. Only after she had straightened her clothes did he slowly speak:
"When did it happen?"
Li Yunrui had not wanted to tell him.
She was still angry, annoyed that he had compared those women to her.
But remembering why she had come, she spoke anyway. She turned to look at him, her usual composure already restored:
"Less than two months."
She