"Get out!"

A pair of slippers fly past Brett's head.

Seeing that she had missed her target, Lexy holds her bulging belly as she picked the pillow on the bed and throws it at him.

Brett dodged, and the pillow landed behind him.

He looked at Lexy with a helpless face, "Babe, let's talk."

"I don't want to talk! What's there to talk about?! Get out! Get lost!"

Lexy's face turned ugly and uglier when she recalled what had happened an hour ago.

An hour ...