Qiao An leaned on the sofa, one hand covering her belly, in unbearable discomfort.
Even her voice sounded weak and listless.
Mu Jingxi's brows knitted tightly, his face instantly turned cold, and he kicked away the pillows on the floor as he quickly approached, "What's wrong?"
"Hungry..."
"Are you dumb or stupid?" Mu Jingxi couldn't believe there was someone so foolish, "If you know you're hungry, why not go downstairs for breakfast, instead of trying to become an immortal here?"
This man's sharp tongue really made one want to hit him!
Unfortunately, Qiao An had no strength to hit him now.
She glared at him angrily, "Which eye of yours saw me not wanting to go downstairs for breakfast?"
"Both eyes."
Qiao An: "..."
Can we still have a pleasant conversation?
"Get up." Mu Jingxi extended his hand, Qiao An glanced at his hand, "No strength."
"Did you turn into a cat burglar last night?"
"Mu Jingxi... I don't have the strength to joke with you."
