"I'm fine now."
Lu Tianxing watched Bai Zhiqing's action, slowly sat up, and gently pulled Bai Zhiqing into his arms, whispering, "Honey, I'm sorry for making you worry."
"Hmm, I knew you would be fine."
Bai Zhiqing nodded heavily, the worry on her face was not concealed at all.
"Of course, I told you before, you haven't given me a son yet! How could I bear to die." Lu Tianxing inhaled the fragrance from Bai Zhiqing and said with a smile.
"Who wants to give you a son, I just want to have a daughter."
Bai Zhiqing gave Lu Tianxing a sideways glance but nestled in his arms, enjoying this moment of tenderness.
Lu Tianxing held Bai Zhiqing quietly, enjoying this moment of two people together.
"Click!"
At this moment, the tightly closed hospital room door was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Yafei walked in carrying a few takeaway boxes.
