In the hospital ward, upon the disheveled big bed, two people's skin touched.
Jian Ran didn't know how many times she had called Gu Mochen 'husband', but it was clear the man still wasn't satisfied...
He was still insistently demanding...
She had indeed called out already, obviously the man was still not content.
Jian Ran pouted her little mouth, her expression just like Tang Bao's, as Gu Mochen's eyes narrowed slightly... a deep gleam flitting across them.
"Jian Ran... you've already called me 'husband' with the simple method... but the difficult one... is right on the tip of your tongue."
Jian Ran: "..."
To reach the level of Gu Mochen is truly unmatched.
With her face turning bright red, Jian Ran tried to avert her gaze unnaturally and spoke in an annoyed tone.
"Husband."
The single word 'husband' seemed to soften all of Gu Mochen's bones.