Gong Shaoyu heard her words, his eyes lowered slightly, then stood up, walked back to the bedside, and lay down directly. Mainly because his stomach was aching now, he really had no strength to speak.
His eyes closed slightly, seemingly asleep but not asleep.
Lan Shan sat on the sofa, staring blankly at her ankle that still held the warmth of his hand, then stepped onto the cold floor, poured a glass of water, and walked to the bedside, "Get up and take your medicine first."
Gong Shaoyu turned his head to one side and very ungraciously turned his back to her.
Why did she never notice before how strange his temper was?
Coldness seeped through her soles in waves, making her shiver all over. Holding her patience, she spoke again, "Get up and take your medicine."
Seeing his indifferent demeanor made her feel as if a fire was knotted inside her, desperately wanting to find an outlet. Perhaps it was due to being pregnant, but she found herself particularly irritable.
