"Uh, it's nothing, we'll take it as it comes!" Wang Xiaoqiang appeared unfazed.
"Little Qiang, do not let your guard down, if things don't go well, don't go…" Gong Ziyu's attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn.
"Hey, last night you were persuading me to temporarily act as the Sect Leader of the North Pole Gate, and now, just one night later, why did you change your mind?"
Last night, they were merely intimate friends, but now, Wang Xiaoqiang was her man. They had been physically intimate, sharing a marital bond, and perhaps, after last night's passionate moments, she was already carrying Wang Xiaoqiang's child.
This was why Gong Ziyu changed her mind; she was worried something might happen to her man, but she was too shy to say it out loud.
"I know you're worried about me, but don't worry, I'll be fine." Wang Xiaoqiang embraced Gong Ziyu, comforting her by gently stroking her fragrant shoulder.
