"Don't you wear glasses?"
"Wearing them is useless. It's not due to nearsightedness."
"The last car accident in Shanghai, was it also because of blurred vision?" Qiao Xiguan asked.
Last time, when they went to get a divorce, although it didn't happen, Qiao Xiguan left the car to Gu Zichen, who ended up having a car accident when he drove himself.
Afterwards, he always claimed the car was under repair and never drove again.
Gu Zichen didn't answer Qiao Xiguan's question. He took two steps to her, took her small hand, and said, "I had Tom prepare a birth control pill for you."
Qiao Xiguan looked at him.
"I don't want any accidents happening again, at least not now," Gu Zichen said, "I know it's bad for your health, but in this place, I haven't prepared any condoms."
"Are you trying to prove your purity?"
Gu Zichen smiled, picked up the water glass and medicine, and walked to Qiao Xiguan, "Take the medicine."
"Afraid of taking responsibility?"
