Su Li’s rationality and sensibility were fiercely battling inside her, arguing incessantly.
"Miss, your dicine is here." The nurse prepared her dication and ca over with a cup of hot water.
Su Li’s voice carried a slight nasal tone as she said, "Thank you."
Su Li gently removed the mask from her face, took the pills, and swallowed them. The warm water in her stomach made her feel slightly more comfortable.
Su Li lowered her head and put on the mask again, afraid of spreading germs through her breath. She cried, "I... I feel so sad..."
She no longer had family; the adopted parents from the Chu Family didn’t want her anymore, and Su Haotian and the others with whom she shared blood ties drove her away from the Su Family.
She was grateful to have a son connected to her by blood, even if he’d only be born in the future.
But now it seems she has to compromise because of him.
Su Li felt a burning pain in her chest, so intense it was hard to breathe.
With trembling hands, Su Li took her phone out from her pocket, opened the WeChat interface "Tuanzi Loves Mama Best," and stared in a daze at the word "Delete" displayed on the screen.
Above her, a deep, magnetic voice with a trace of fatigue spoke, "Su Li."
Su Li was startled, and her hand was suddenly held tightly.
Feng Huaijin knelt in front of her, both of her cold hands grasped securely in his large ones. Looking at her eyes where tears had already fallen, he said in a deep voice, "Bla it all on ."
He is the Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family, able to have anything he wants, yet in this secret technique of ti and space, he is powerless.
Su Li choked up, "I don’t bla you; no one can change it."
No one could possibly imagine having a connection with a future son; it’s beyond human imagination.
One of Su Li’s tears fell onto the back of Feng Huaijin’s hand, burning fiercely, like a fla rapidly igniting his heart.
Feng Huaijin’s gaze towards Su Li gradually grew deeper and more intense...
The next mont, his hand forcefully grabbed her chin, and the other unceremoniously removed the mask from her face.
Su Li gasped in surprise and said, "Feng Huaijin, what are you doing?"
He lightly raised his head, and his thin yet scorching lips instantly pressed against her reddened lips.
Su Li’s eyes widened in shock, stunned as she stared at the face magnified many tis before her.
"Brother Qi— uh, I’m going downstairs to buy milk tea... Oh, I’ll get so food." Xiao Heng saw the nephew inside and was pleased, then turned his head awkwardly and quickly said he was leaving the ergency room, heading downstairs to buy dinner.
Su Li struggled to breathe, pushing Feng Huaijin away while covering her lips with the back of her hand, bewildered, "Feng Huaijin, you’re crazy? Don’t you know I might have the flu?"
What if he catches a cold and fever along with her?
Feng Huaijin’s lips slowly blossod into a captivating smile, his Adam’s apple moved down, his voice alluringly enchants the soul, "If you want to infect , then go ahead. I don’t mind."
Feng Huaijin laughed again, "It’s perfect— the whole family of three will have the flu."
Su Li looked at the man squatting before her, a blush rising on her face, her heart suddenly calming down.
Su Li felt her mind settle, but then she saw Feng Huaijin stand and arrange the sleeves of his black suit, his deanor lazy, voice magnetic and lightly mocking, "Oh, nearly forgot. Your constitution being prone to flu suits you, but it’s impossible for ."
Su Li: "...!!"
Feng Huaijin this bastard, he’s done it again!
He turned around and mocked her weak constitution...
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