The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Yang Baiyue’s heart jolted, and he hurriedly looked up at the butler with a wary gaze, only to find the butler looking completely at ease. Relieved, he thought it might just be a coincidence and then waved his hand dismissively, "That’s hearsay, not to be believed... Besides, it’s not like I’m not pregnant..." He had fathered several children before, after all. As for currently having no children, that was Dong Ruoqiu’s incapability.

The butler nodded and did not persist, advising Yang Baiyue to rest well before carrying out the medicine bowl.

Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin was sitting inside the space, nibbling on a sweet and crunchy duck pear, with Xiaolun beside her pecking at an egg.

Yang Baiyue’s look of astonishment upon hearing "Dapu East Village," as well as the full measure of guilt in his eyes—though fleeting—did not escape Yang Ruxin’s notice. She couldn’t help but sneer to herself, thinking how it wasn’t a matter of disbelief, but rather a fear of returning to the village.

Once the room door closed, Yang Ruxin leaned forward in the space, watching Yang Baiyue, still wrapped in blankets on the bed, and suddenly smiled.

"Who?" Yang Baiyue was startled and looked around, asking, "Who’s there?"

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Yang Ruxin touched her nose, wondering if her voice could be heard outside.

Suddenly, a thought popped into her head: Your will is strong enough; if you want him to hear you, he will hear you.

Damn! Yang Ruxin blew a strand of hair off her forehead, wondering if this was a new skill. It was quite convenient, and she glanced at Yang Baiyue, who had calmed down from his fright, and smiled again.

"Who?" Yang Baiyue suddenly jumped up, demanding, "Who is hiding there? Speak up or I’ll call for others!"

"Yang Baiyue... Mo Wenjie..." Yang Ruxin pinched her throat, altering her voice, "What should I call you?"