He frowned slightly, "If drinking it would work, I'd drink it for you."
"Don't be so fake, are you trying to flaunt that you can have children and I can't?" Hearing this, Qiao Mo's tone turned sharp.
"You know I don't mean that."
Qiao Mo sat up from the bed, "I don't care what you mean, I'm telling you, Fu Nancheng, you know exactly why we got married. Don't tell me you really still expect me to have a child with you."
He seemed a bit disheartened, his dark eyes deep, gazing at her without speaking.
Qiao Mo continued, "Let me tell you this, even if I could have children, I wouldn't have any, and certainly not with you, so there's no need for this medicine, just throw it away."
With those words, she lay down again, turning her back to him.
His thin lips pressed lightly together as his expression turned somewhat gloomy.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes slightly; she could feel that he was unhappy.
But that dark, murky stuff smelled so unpleasant, how could she drink it?
