Katina was extremely nervous, her body was shaking, and she covered herself with the quilt. She subconsciously used the pillow to protect her abdomen, waiting for the man to come in.
The man walked to the door step by step, unhurriedly. His shadow was cast under the crack of the door.
He paused for a few seconds, then there were a few electronic sounds and the door was finally opened.
He looked like a gentleman, with a smile that was not real.
His smile was so fake that it made people feel that the expression was forced onto his face and he had to do it.
He leisurely admired her fearful yet forced calmness, her watery eyes gleaming with a light and glittering light, swaying back and forth, and her eyelashes, which had just been touched, trembling.
Katina looked at his curly hair and
