I'm pregnant with my enemy's baby

The snow in the sky seemed to be floating more heavily, and the surrounding area was already freezing. One side of the hot spring was a rockery, and ice skates were already hanging on it.

Ji Shu and Jiang Zhijing both had some snow falling on their heads.

When Ji Shu looked at the people around him, he suddenly thought of the inexplicable words of the man beside Tianchi.

Stay with each other for a long time, and stay with each other for a long time.

Do she and Jiang Zhijing have their heads full of white snow now?

After a few seconds, Ji Shu scoffed at the idea.

He Tong ran over in a bathrobe and saw this scene of mutual dislike.

"Hey, Jiang Zhijing, please go to my place. Let's change. Lu Jincheng and I are too embarrassed to hang out together."

Just as Ji Shu was about to leave, he suddenly didn't know what was going on in his stomach. A churning feeling suddenly came up. He tilted his head and his face suddenly became ugly.

Jiang Zhijing only glanced at it, then reached out and took Ji Shu into his arms, full of possessiveness.

He looked at He Tong with a smile, "That's not possible. I'm cultivating a relationship with our Shushu. Why are you destroying it? Can't you just tell Zhao Jincheng to stop dating and enjoy it alone?"

He Tong looked at Jiang Zhijing's smile and was in a daze for a moment. He was indeed handsome. He felt his heart was being moved. After regaining consciousness, He Tong replied, "Come on, what can you and Ji Shu cultivate?"

"We have to settle our personal grudges. Let's go quickly. Don't let blood splatter on you."

"I've never seen you like this. Why do you care about girls? Is there something wrong with you?"

He Tong glared, turned around and left.

As soon as they left, Ji Shu immediately covered his chest and retched.

"Why do you feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden?"

"It seems that I feel like vomiting after soaking in the hot spring for a long time."

"Then go back."

Ji Shu climbed up on the bank and squatted on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

He retched but nothing came out.

Jiang Zhijing took the bathrobe on the side and helped her put it on.

"Can you go?"

Ji Shu didn't answer and just nodded.

She kept covering her mouth and quickly went to the bathroom.

After entering, I couldn't control myself anymore and vomited out all the food I ate. After adjusting for a while, I slowly changed my clothes.

When he came out, he found Jiang Zhijing standing outside. He had already changed his clothes and was holding a cup of hot water in his hand.

Jiang Zhijing looked at Ji Shu's pale face, his eyes all red.

The one that was still showing off in the afternoon was now wilted like this, as fragile as a rose in the cold wind, with its waist broken at the slightest touch.

"Have a drink."

"Oh."

Ji Shu took two sips and the acidic feeling in his stomach gradually subsided.

"Is it better?"

"It's better, it's okay."

On the way back, Jiang Zhijing didn't say anything bad. He kept holding the person's arm and led him back to his residence.

As soon as he entered, he turned off the camera in the room.

Ji Shu was so weak from vomiting that when he returned, he changed his clothes and got ready for bed.

Jiang Zhijing made a glass of milk and stood beside the bed, "Jisu, do you want to drink the milk?"

"I don't want to drink." Ji Shu's voice was weak and lacked any strength.

Jiang Zhijing squatted down and said, "Drink a little to feel more comfortable."

Ji Shu then turned over and looked at Jiang Zhijing's eyes and the cup of thick and mellow milk in his hand.

After taking the cup and taking a few sips, he couldn't drink anymore.

"I don't want to drink anymore."

"Okay, then don't drink."

Ji Shu continued to get under the quilt, almost covering his face.

Jiang Zhijing came out of the room with a half glass of milk.

Get ready to go to the kitchen to wash the cups.

When I was about to pour the milk, I suddenly felt a little pity.

It seems like a waste to pour it down...

Jiang Zhijing pursed his lips and swallowed.

She pressed her thin lips against the rim of the cup, tilted her head slightly and drank half the glass of milk.

When he put down the cup, he suddenly came to his senses.

Do you lack this half cup of milk? It was still leftover from Ji Shu's drink.

How can I be so poor that I can drink the rest from Ji Shu?

Jiang Zhijing stared at the milk cup and suddenly felt strange. He immediately turned on the faucet to rinse the cup.

Damn, the place where he just drank was where Ji Shu drank.

And they happened to have lips touching lips...

Jiang Zhijing washed the cups in the kitchen for a long time, washing them a dozen times before giving up.

I filled a hot water bottle, turned off the lights in the living room and went to the room.

There was only a warm yellow sleeping light on in the room, which was dim.

Ji Shu huddled up in the quilt, and there was a small bulge in the quilt.

Putting the hot water bottle at Ji Shu's feet, Jiang Zhijing lifted up the quilt and lay in. He pulled the quilt a little and Ji Shu revealed half of his face.

Ji Shu opened his eyes and was not asleep at all.

"Are you still suffering?"

"Yeah." Ji Shu responded softly.

"Does your stomach feel bad?"

"Ah."

"I asked the doctor before if he could help with a small amount of rubbing. Can I try it for you?"

"Does it work?"

"I don't know. Don't you feel sick in your stomach? Why don't you give it a try?"

Ji Shu lowered his eyes, paused for a long time, then turned around, moved his body, and leaned back. He didn't move until he touched something.

Jiang Zhijing stared at the back of Ji Shu's head. Some of the long hair hanging behind his head had now spread to Jiang Zhijing's neck.

Jiang Zhijing leaned a little closer to her, put his arms around her waist, put his big hand on her belly, touched the stomach, and stroked it slightly.

"My whole body is so cold." Jiang Zhijing couldn't help but say.

"That's my problem. I get cold easily in winter." Ji Shu didn't take it seriously.

"Yes." Jiang Zhijing responded gently, not daring to move or anything, and could only rub her belly gently.

Jiang Zhijing has always controlled the intensity. After all, if she is touched too often and too hard during pregnancy, it may lead to threatened miscarriage.

Ji Shu pulled his own pillow and slowly closed his eyes.

His belly was gently stroked, and Jiang Zhijing's big hands were actually very warm. Ji Shu felt that the discomfort seemed to be relieved a lot.

Jiang Zhijing rubbed it for a while and saw that Ji Shu had no reaction. He thought he was asleep and was not going to rub it anymore. However, Ji Shu snorted and held down Jiang Zhijing's hand in a daze. , the palm of your hand was pressed against the back of his hand.

"Don't stop, it feels so comfortable."

Jiang Zhijing looked at Ji Shu's black hair, which was almost all over the pillow, with a gloomy expression.

He didn't take his hand back, but this time he was no longer gentle. He just pressed it against her belly through a thin layer of clothing to warm her belly.

The other hand that was originally resting under his head moved up, gently hooked a tuft of Ji Shu's black hair with his fingers, and wrapped it around his fingertips.

Jiang Zhijing couldn't sleep, so he smoothed her hair neatly and placed it behind Ji Shu.

As soon as I got a little closer to my nose, the scent of Ji Shu's shower gel and shampoo was all over, and it was light and refreshing.

If you smell it carefully, you can vaguely smell a slight milky fragrance.