Gu Mian's heart was filled with a bitter taste.
In fact, she was no longer that angry, otherwise, she wouldn't have let him accompany her back to her hometown, and she certainly wouldn't have introduced their marital relationship to others.
But she didn't want to forgive him so easily.
Yin Luoxue had always been a thorn in her heart, yet he kept driving that thorn deeper, causing her pain and suffering.
"You should go sleep downstairs," Gu Mian said softly, "My morning sickness is quite severe, and I often toss and turn at night, which will affect your rest."
"It's precisely because you are uncomfortable with morning sickness that I want to stay and take care of you," Li Tingshen's chin rested on her shoulder, and his deep, husky voice carried a pitifully pleading note, "Wife, aren't you angry anymore, okay?"
This act of his almost made Gu Mian laugh.
She suppressed the urge to smile and said, "No."
Li Tingshen, feeling helpless, said, "Then I will set up a bedroll here."
