Jun Mochan glanced at her belly, "Didn't you say you don't want to kill living creatures, to accumulate blessings for the child in your belly?"
"How is it different whether you do it or I do it?" Ye Ranran fell straight into the pit Jun Mochan had prepared without any defenses.
"In that case, let me do it."
Damn, seems like I've been tricked again.
Firmly angry, don't bother with him!
No matter what tricks Jun Mochan employed, Ye Ranran still ignored him.
"Indeed, they say women get bad-tempered when they're pregnant," Jun Mochan commented.
"What do you mean I'm bad-tempered?" She just wanted to take her own revenge, was that wrong? Was it?
"My lady has the best temper, no one has a better temper than my lady," Jun Mochan quickly flattered her.
That's more like it, Ye Ranran gave him a sideways look, and her anger subsided quite a bit.
She wasn't someone with a bad temper to begin with, rarely getting angry usually. Maybe being pregnant did make her a bit capricious.
