Saying this, the man lowered his head and kissed her hair, then pecked at her fair cheek, soothingly coaxing, "Be good, everything can wait until you're better, your husband isn't going anywhere."
The sentence "your husband isn't going anywhere" made the originally gloomy person laugh, "Dare to run, I'll break your legs."
"Which leg would you break?" Gu Jiangnian asked softly, chuckling.
Muwan answered huffily, "Both of them."
"Women's hearts are the most poisonous."
"So you better behave yourself and don't offend me."
That morning at ten o'clock, Fang Ming came to administer an IV drip for Jiang Muwan.
Gu Jiangnian sat by the bed watching over her, and when he saw Fang Ming picking up Jiang Muwan's left hand to insert the needle, the man spoke gently, "Use the other hand!"
"Hmm?"
"It's bruised," Gu Jiangnian said, his eyes twinkling with a flicker of distress.
