"Fu Shilv, you don't need to do so much for me in the future. Just take care of yourself."
"That's not what I want to hear."
Sheng Youxia stared into his eyes. What else could she say?
"That day, when I went out, I stopped by the pharmacy. I took medicine; I won't get pregnant."
Fu Shilv seemed as though he'd been doused in ice-cold water.
"Xiaxia…"
Sheng Youxia rubbed the corner of her eye with her other hand, "Sleep now, alright? I'm tired."
Her voice was soft and gentle, as if she was negotiating with him about everything, yet at the same time she firmly held her ground.
She had built a tall wall outside her heart, and whenever he tried to approach, sharp arrows would shoot down from the heights, warning him to retreat.
"I never told you to take medicine. If you were pregnant, I'd be overjoyed."
Sheng Youxia placed her other hand on Fu Shilv's leg and gently nudged him, "You're squeezing my hand too tightly; it hurts."
Fu Shilv had no choice but to ease his grip.