She said indifferently with her eyes closed, "Get out."
"Do you want to feed yourself, or should I do it?"
Seeing she didn't speak, Mo Shiche walked over to the cabinet, took out a soft pillow, and said, "Lean against this and sit up. If your stomach hurts, tell me right away."
The moment his hand touched her shoulder, Luo Qiangwei reacted as if infected by a virus, jerking away violently and grabbing her collar tightly with both hands, "Don't touch me... I don't want you to!"
Mo Shiche's reaching hand stiffened slightly, then he stood up straight, placed the pillow on the head of the bed, and said, "Then you sit up by yourself, don't move around, and don't hurt the child. The doctor said you need to preserve the pregnancy."
Preserve the pregnancy.
Is it like with Sheng Miao, to preserve the pregnancy? Is he, like before at the hospital, delivering meals to both, taking care of both, making promises to both?
