Just as he was about to enter the woman, her body suddenly twisted and narrowly avoided him.
"Xiao Ge?"
The man paused for a moment, lifting his head from her front, and looked over in confusion.
"You can't... Yihan... you can't..."
The little woman's brows were tightly furrowed at this moment, her whole body painfully twisting like a snake spirit.
"Why can't I?"
The man's gaze was intense, staring at her without blinking.
"Your... your illness..."
The man seemed to fall silent for a few seconds.
Finally, he understood.
It turned out that she had always rejected him in such matters because of his illness.
She indeed knew long ago.
As if relieved, the man reached out with his large hand to gently stroke the little woman's flushed cheek, "Silly girl, you are more important than me."
With those words, he slightly arched his body, then sank heavily down again.
