
Despite the anxiety, Dara still felt hungry. The baby in the womb needs intake and now seems to have whined to be fed. With trembling hands holding back the fear, his outstretched hand took out a single melted chocolate cake that had since made his saliva drip.
With an impatient feeling he opened his mouth to feed the cake that was already in his hands. However, just now the cake touched his lips a little suddenly there was a shadow snatching the cake until it fell and the chocolate splattered on the floor.
"Ap-" Dara wants to get angry, because cake y...