Luo Xiao's brow furrowed with gloom, and her words were undoubtedly a slap in the face, but he couldn't say anything. "What if I say, I must have this child?"
"Impossible," Tong Ran interrupted him decisively, a cold smile tugging at her lips. "You can guard against heaven and earth, but can you stop me from losing the child? I can refuse to eat, I can fall... In short, Luo Xiao, I will not bear a child for you."
She reached for the headboard, and Luo Xiao's expression was tense as he stepped forward, "Xiao Ran, aren't you trying to save Mo Nanjue?"
Tong Ran's hand paused, and seeing this, Luo Xiao continued, "The antidote to Devils Kiss—just give birth to this child, and I'll give it to you."
Tong Ran's brows furrowed, her small hands clenched into fists. For her, this was undoubtedly a huge temptation...
If she could cure Mo Nanjue's poison, it wouldn't matter even if she had to die…
