Meng Yao hesitated repeatedly, but still took back her steps. Even if she told Tong Ran, would Luo Xiao stop?
She bit her lower lip and also turned to go downstairs.
...
Two days later, Tong Ran still had no appetite, and in the afternoon she went downstairs, Luo Xiao was sitting at the dining table.
Tong Ran turned around to leave.
"Xiao Ran," Luo Xiao called out to her, "I've already started developing the antidote."
Tong Ran paused, hearing this she turned her head, "Really?"
"It's true," Luo Xiao nodded, "Come sit with me for a while, I want to feel the baby."
Tong Ran gave a cold laugh, "Your hands are covered in blood, I find it dirty."
Luo Xiao didn't argue; he insisted, "Xiao Ran, come here."
Tong Ran didn't want to argue with him. Thinking of the antidote, she walked over.
She sat down across from him; Luo Xiao also knew that feeling the baby was impossible. Besides, as Mo Nanjue's child, he'd never want to touch it.
