Fan Shaoming touched her forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever before he said in a deep, warm voice, "You are more important than anything else."
Grasping his sturdy palm, Su Xiaoyue pressed his hand against her cheek, her eyes still closed, "I threw up because I had a headache from lack of sleep, not because I'm really pregnant. I've brought false joy to grandma and the others."
"From today on, you must rest by ten o'clock every night and take at least an hour's rest at noon every day," Fan Shaoming insisted that Su Xiaoyue should arrange her work and rest time reasonably in the future.
Su Xiaoyue slightly opened her eyes to look at him with a mix of reproach and resentment, "It's all because of you."
Fan Shaoming's expression softened as he gently caressed her face, saying apologetically, "I will also exercise restraint in the future." He was addicted to loving her, and once he tasted the sweetness, he was like a drug addict, sometimes indeed unaware of moderation...
