Gu Moming was so angry with her that his teeth were itching, and he said fiercely, "You watch out, if you cry for him again, I'll hit you."
Gu Qimiao pouted and said nothing. She didn't want to think about the future; she only wanted to have the present.
Otherwise, even if she left him now, she would regret it in the future.
Seeing that he seemed a bit unhappy, Gu Qimiao changed the topic, "Isn't it time to go to the hospital for a check-up this weekend?"
Mo Ming sulked and said, "Check-up? Wouldn't it be better if I died? If I don't die from illness, I'll die from your anger!"
Gu Qimiao lowered her eyes, gazing outside the window without speaking.
He always warned her, but she never listened. It was natural for him to be angry.
But she couldn't bring herself to give up on the chance to be close to him just because she felt unworthy.
It might be foolish, but she loved him so stubbornly. From the moment he held her and took her home, this man had gradually filled her heart.
