"Huo Jingting, don't you know what's good for you?" Gu Nanqiao was a bit agitated. "I'm doing this for you, why are you being so petty with me?"
All he thought about was Mo Feng, about sparing him pain, but did he ever think about her?
If he truly lost his left hand, would she not be upset?
"Fine, if you feel that your good friend is hurt, then go to him now, tell him I lied to him, and then cut off your own left hand for him, is that better?"
Gu Nanqiao was so angry her eyes grew red, and after speaking, she tried to get off him.
Huo Jingting quickly held her, feeling amused and helpless. He wasn't really that angry; he was just teasing her, but he didn't expect her to react so strongly.
He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, his voice soft, "Are all pregnant women this moody?"
Gu Nanqiao lifted her hand, took the initiative to hook it around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder.
