"Even online information is still information. If you force me to drink sour plum soup and I end up giving birth to a daughter, don't say I didn't warn you."
Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow, full of threat: "So what you're saying is, I should feed you salt in the future?"
"Ah? .............."
Wuwu, no, no, she'd rather have the sour plum soup, isn't salt terrifying?
Resigned, she opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and drank it all down in one go like it was poison. Gu Shaocheng watched with a faint smile on his lips, wondering could it really taste that bad? When she finished, he casually took out a candied fruit and put it in her mouth. She looked at him with a bit of a grievance in her eyes, filled with indignation.
He placed the cup down and wiped her mouth with a tissue.
Then gently pulled her into his embrace.
