"Manman isn't carrying your child? If you're sleeping in the guest room, then get out. Once you're out, Mom can still sleep with Manman."
Gu Jiangnian:......
Just like that.
Mr. Gu spent the week tossing and turning between the sofa and the floor.
And Jiang Muwan?
Not a bit softened.
Sleep on!
Sleep on!
After all, it's not herself who is suffering.
On the sixth day.
It was the third day of Mr. Gu sleeping on the floor.
Whether it was divine mercy or his own luck was just too good.
He caught a cold.
Two in the morning.
Jiang Muwan was woken up by a fit of coughing.
Gu Jiangnian was coughing incessantly, keeping her awake, so she turned over and sat up in bed, calling out to him, but after calling for a long time, there was no response from Gu Jiangnian.
She got out of bed.
She walked over to where Gu Jiangnian was.
His face was flushed, lying on the floor, breathing heavily.
Jiang Muwan reached out and touched him.
Oh no.
He was burning up.
A midnight fright.
