However, there are not so many ifs and many things in this world. Only when we get to that step can we understand what the original choice means.

When Bei Li was a little stunned, suddenly, Han Lin's voice sounded in the dark living room, "Li Li? How did you get down?" with the voice falling, the figure stood up and walked towards her.

"I... just wanted to heat a glass of milk," she said.

The next moment, the lights on the first floor all lit up. He walked up to her and his eyes fell on her face for a moment before he said, "you can ask the servant to help you warm up."

"The servants fell asleep at night, and I didn't bother to heat the milk myself," she said, hesitating, but still didn't ask him why he was sitting in the living room at night, but walked towards the kitchen.

He followed her. When she took out the milk from the refrigerator, he took the milk from her hand. "You go to the dining room and sit on the chair. I'll warm the milk for you."

"No, I can heat myself," Belle refused.

"I'll come," Han Lin insisted. "Or do you think it's unacceptable for you to let me heat your milk now? Do you hate me to this extent?"

She bit her lip slightly. Instead of refusing his hot milk, she turned and sat down at the dining-room table.

After a while, the milk was hot. Han Lin came to Bei Li with the milk. "The temperature should be drinkable right away."

She took the milk and felt that through the quilt, a trace of heat reached her hand. It was not hot and warm.

She sipped the milk. Sure enough, the temperature was just right.

She drank the milk silently, but he looked at her silently until the milk was finished. She stood up and prepared to leave. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "don't you ask me why I'm still in the living room so late?"

"That's your business. I don't need to ask, nor should I ask," she said.

He smiled bitterly. The other bracelet put on her waist. Sitting in the chair, he gently pasted one side of his head on her obviously swollen belly, "so you don't care about me, do you?"

"Yes, I don't want to care about you anymore." Bailey said, looking down at the man pasted on her stomach. Maybe it was because she had just drunk milk, or because the fetus in her stomach felt her father's proximity. For a moment, she even had several consecutive fetal movements, "Han Lin, my words have actually been made very clear. I still keep some distance from you now. It's good for both of us."

"What if I don't want to?" he whispered.

"I have no right to command or interfere with what you want to do, but at least, I will try to keep a distance from you." not only the physical distance, but also the distance above the heart.

After taking a deep breath, Baili said again, "well, Han Lin, let me go. I'm going upstairs."

Let go... His body suddenly stiffened. He just let her go upstairs, but why did he feel that if he let her go, she would not catch her?

His hand did not loosen, but subconsciously held her tighter.