CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 127: SNEAKING BIRTH CONTROL

Bai Yiran woke up, her eyes opening to find herself lying against Leng Yichen’s chest, his firm muscles rising and falling with each breath. His arm was wrapped around her waist as he slept soundly.

The room was very dark; Bai Yiran looked up at the window to estimate the time.

Her body was somewhat sore from Leng Yichen’s exertions, and maintaining the position in his embrace for a long time had left her half-paralyzed.

Bai Yiran gently removed Leng Yichen’s arm from her waist. He seemed to sense her movement and mumbled softly. Bai Yiran thought he had awakened and looked at him nervously.

Leng Yichen turned over and continued sleeping.

Bai Yiran let out a relieved sigh, quietly got out of bed, fetched a bathrobe from the bathroom, and wrapped it around herself, walking barefoot out of the bedroom.

Her bag was still left at the villa’s entrance, brought back from the company by Wang Hai at Bai Yiran’s request in the afternoon.

Bai Yiran softly picked up the bag and walked to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and gently unzipped the bag to search for something inside.

Her movements were light, trying her best not to wake Leng Yichen.

After a few searches, Bai Yiran took out a box of medication, extracted a pill, placed it in her mouth, and swallowed it with water.

"Are you sick?" Leng Yichen’s voice sounded from behind Bai Yiran.

Startled, Bai Yiran turned around hurriedly, hiding the medication behind her back. "Um... it’s nothing... just a headache, just taking some painkillers..."

"Headache?" Leng Yichen placed his hand on Bai Yiran’s forehead to check, then held her head with both hands, pressing his forehead against hers to feel the temperature. "Not having a fever."

"Hmm, no fever."

Leng Yichen, also only wearing a bathrobe, his broad, sexy chest exposed, was right within Bai Yiran’s sight. She dared not look up at Leng Yichen’s face, instead focusing her gaze on his chest.

"There could be many reasons for a headache. We’ll go to the hospital later to check. Painkillers shouldn’t be taken casually." Leng Yichen frowned slightly, his tone a concerned reprimand.

"Oh, okay!" Bai Yiran nodded, hurriedly turning to discreetly put the medication back in her bag.

However, Leng Yichen’s sharp eyes noticed the writing on the medication box, and with a swift motion, he snatched it from Bai Yiran’s hand.

"Ah! Give it back to me!"

When Bai Yiran turned to grab it, it was already too late. Leng Yichen frowned as he looked at the medication box, his lips pressed tightly together, his gaze at Bai Yiran sharp as ice.

"Levonorgestrel tablets? Bai Yiran, are you secretly taking contraceptives?" Leng Yichen stared at Bai Yiran, his large hand crushing the medication box.

"I..." Caught in the act, Bai Yiran felt guilty but stated honestly, "I’m still young, I don’t want to get pregnant this early!"

The last time Leng Yichen talked about trying hard to have a child, Bai Yiran realized the issue. She wasn’t mentally prepared to nurture a small life. Her own maturity wasn’t there yet, so how could she be a mother?

But Leng Yichen was different. He was almost thirty. Since he married Bai Yiran, having children was a matter of course.

Thus, during their intimate moments, Leng Yichen never used any contraception, firstly because it affected pleasure, and secondly because he genuinely desired Bai Yiran to bear him a child.

Yet Bai Yiran was secretly taking birth control pills!