The cold touch seeped into her skin, and Fu Qingshuang curled up in shock, protecting her abdomen with her uninjured hand, tears welling in her eyes. "Xiao, what are you saying? I-I don't understand..."
"When you first came to see me, I didn't understand what you were saying either," Luo Xiao squinted, a flash of pain crossing his brow. "Why could you be so cruel at that time?"
"No... I..." Fu Qingshuang shook her head, "Xiao, I'm sorry..."
Luo Xiao's fingertip brushed Fu Qingshuang's face, his brows knitted tightly, "Back then, I begged you too. I asked you what exactly you were talking about. You said I had no right to ask you like that. I refused to marry you, and you threw a cup of coffee on my face. You said you liked my gentle side, told me not to argue back, or else you wouldn't spare me. Well, do you remember?"
