She emphasized the words "cheap self" with particular heaviness.
Her voice was as cold, as sharp and cutting, as her gaze.
After such relentless rejection back and forth, Fu Lingfeng gradually grew annoyed, irritably growling, "Gu Nanqiao, I'm concerned for your health here, don't mistake kindness for meddling!"
He thought to himself that he indeed was being "cheap."
It was none of his business if she didn't care about her own body, why should he bother himself with it?
Moreover, he could clearly see from her eyes that she didn't need it.
What she needed now was no longer him.
"I'll take you home," Fu Lingfeng insisted again, "Rest assured, I have no other intentions, it's just that you're injured and sick, and I'm worried about you going back by yourself."
His face grew colder with anger, but he still refused to compromise.
Gu Nanqiao's eyes and brows showed indifference, "There's nothing to worry about."
