Chapter 947: What Are You Going to Do if You Were to Catch a Cold?

Seeing that there was still the chill in the depths of Cen Mo’s eyes, Song Yao frowned and patted her chest, saying, “I feel nauseous just from smelling this. Even my esophagus feels like it’s burning!”

After saying this, Song Yao could no longer suppress the urge of wanting to puke. She let go of Cen Mo’s arm and rushed to the wall, resting her hands against it as she retched.

Cen Mo turned his head to the side and tried to smell the scent on himself. It was likely because he was often tainted by the smell of blood that he had long gotten used to it… But it wasn’t the case for Song Yao!

The raging wild beast in Cen Mo’s heart gradually calmed down. He could hear the sound of Song Yao retching. She was clearly feeling horrible. He took two steps toward Song Yao, then seemed to have thought of something and stopped in his tracks. He removed his jacket, tossed it to one of the bodyguards at the door, and then walked over to hold back Song Yao’s long hair. He bent over and gently patted Song Yao on the back.

Song Yao stood up, her face turning red from all the retching. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and it was clear how terrible she was feeling.

“I’ll carry you upstairs…” Cen Mo carried Song Yao up horizontally.

The young lady leaned weakly in Cen Mo’s arms. She circled her arms around his neck, frowned, and complained, “I don’t like the stench of blood! The baby doesn’t like it even more! You still have the smell of blood on you, and I feel horrible smelling it…”

“Alright, I won’t let you smell the stench of blood in the future! I’ll bring you upstairs…”

Who could be treated like this by Mr. Cen? There was probably no one else but his wife, Song Yao.

Song Yao, who snuggled into Cen Mo’s embrace, still felt nauseous. Her stomach was churning, and her body stiffened up…

Cen Mo rapidly carried her upstairs, settled her down, and then took a fresh change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Song Yao, who was seated on the big and soft bed, thought of what she had heard from outside the basement. She felt that her heart was pounding very quickly!

Song Yao had always been a law-abiding citizen. Therefore, she was feeling anxious as she wondered if Cen Mo… would be jailed in the future for doing this!

The moment she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of Cen Mo’s cold voice as he told his men to pull off someone’s fingers and toes!

And there was also the man she had seen when the door opened. He was pressed down onto the ground, covered in blood.

Song Yao even had the feeling that if she were to appear put off by Cen Mo because of that, she might end up agitating him. He might even do something more brutal before her eyes!

Song Yao stroked her stomach gently. The reaction she showed earlier… was only half real.

Song Yao really loved Cen Mo, but she was also a little afraid of him. She had been searching for a way to get along with Cen Mo, and now, she had found the crux to it!

Currently, it was just that Cen Mo didn’t trust Song Yao that much. He didn’t believe that Song Yao loved him and would thus be wary against her leaving. He also cared about everything single expression Song Yao showed him.

However, Song Yao believed that in time, as long as Cen Mo could sense her true feelings, things wouldn’t be so tiring for her! She’d definitely be able to help Cen Mo become normal, and they’d be able to get along like ordinary husband and wife in the future!

Just like Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an!

At the thought of this, Song Yao’s expression relaxed, and her lips curled up into a smile…

She would do her best to change Cen Mo’s character before the child was born, allowing the child to live in an ordinary and happy family!

Song Yao wanted to give her child a heroic father. She wanted her child to admire his father forever and not be afraid of him!

Cen Mo quickly washed up, changed into clean clothes, and came out. The moment he opened the door, he saw Song Yao gently stroking her stomach with her head lowered. Under the lighting, her smile appeared especially warm.

At the sound of the door opening, Song Yao looked up. She gripped the blanket, summoned her courage, and then flipped the blanket aside and ran over toward Cen Mo, her bare feet stepping on the carpet. She reached out her hands and tugged at Cen Mo’s clean clothes, smelling him like a little puppy. She said, “No! There’s still the scent of blood! Go and wash again!”

After saying that, Song Yao pushed Cen Mo toward the bathroom.

However, Cen Mo grabbed onto Song Yao’s wrist instead…

Song Yao looked up toward Cen Mo. Her gaze trembled a little due to her slight uncertainty. She was afraid that she hadn’t appeased Cen Mo’s fury properly.

“Don’t walk around barefoot! Don’t you know that you’re pregnant? What are you going to do if you catch a cold?”

After saying that, Cen Mo picked Song Yao up horizontally and walked over to the bed.

Song Yao bit her lower lip and said softly, “There’s carpet on the floor! I won’t catch a cold!”

After settling Song Yao down on the big bed again, Cen Mo’s big hand grabbed onto her small, fair feet. He felt that they were a little cold and carefully placed them under the blanket before saying, “I’ll go and wash up again. Be good and stay in bed. Don’t come down. If you’re tired, you can sleep first…”

As long as Song Yao appeared docile, Cen Mo was willing to indulge her without any limits! Song Yao had always known this!

Song Yao shook her head. “I’ll wait for you. We’ll sleep together…”

“You sleep first!”

Song Yao got a little closer to Cen Mo and said, “I won’t be able to sleep without you hugging me!”

Cen Mo couldn’t hide the smile in the depths of his eyes. He planted a light kiss on Song Yao’s forehead, then raised his big hand and undid the buttons on his pajamas once again. “I’ll wash up as quickly as I can…”

Song Yao nodded. She could see the clear, muscular prints hidden under the navy blue pajamas. There were old whip scars present, and Song Yao’s eyes moistened up.

She pushed Cen Mo. “Hurry up! I’m sleepy!”

Cen Mo liked her coquettish tone a lot, and his gaze was filled with adoration. “Alright, I’ll be quick…”

Cen Mo was really as quick as he said he’d be. Before he came out, he smelled himself, only getting out of the bathtub after ascertaining that there was no longer any scent of blood.

Song Yao’s small figure was embraced by Cen Mo’s arms, her back sticking close to his firm chest. She grabbed onto the arm that her neck was resting on, and her eyes reddened uncontrollably once again…

There were also scars of all sizes on Cen Mo’s arms!

Other than Cen Mo’s face, he should have been tortured by his adoptive mother back then such that there wasn’t a single bit of his body that had been left intact.

Cen Mo heard Song Yao sniffling and asked in a soft voice, “What’s the matter?”

Song Yao turned her head, looking toward Cen Mo with glistening eyes. “I’m a little scared…”

It was as if there was a layer of frost covering the depths of Cen Mo’s eyes, making it hard for one to see through him. He merely gazed deeply at Song Yao.

Song Yao bit her lower lip and grabbed onto Cen Mo’s pajamas tightly, burying her head into his arms. “I heard that… giving birth is especially painful!”

“Don’t be afraid! I’m here!”

“But you can’t give birth for me!” Song Yao’s tone was filled with complaints.

Cen Mo remained silent for a long time. Song Yao felt that she had said something wrong, so she hugged him even tighter, then looked up at Cen Mo…

“If you’re really that scared, then there’s no need to give birth if you don’t want to!”

This was a tough decision for Cen Mo!

Cen Mo felt great anticipation toward the child in Song Yao’s stomach. He had always thought that he was the only one left in the Lu family in this generation. If he could have a child earlier, the Lu family would have a descendant!

Song Yao looked toward Cen Mo with a shocked expression. “But… don’t you feel great anticipation for this child?”

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