Huo Beixiao held her tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck and shaking it slightly. "No need to ask, I know you did this to save me, my wife."

"Wife, I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Yang Qiaoqiao's already burning eyes.

It turns out that the saying "Those who believe in you don't need your explanation" is true.

Her tears rolled down Huo Beixiao's face, and Huo Beixiao panicked instantly. He quickly straightened up and hurriedly wiped away her tears, saying, "Wife, don't cry, don't cry. It's all my fault. I made you cry as soon as I came back."

His words only made Yang Qiaoqiao cry even harder.

It was as if she wanted to cry out all the anxiety, panic, helplessness, and fear she had felt these past few days.

Seeing his wife crying so hard, Huo Beixiao took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Wife, if you really want to cry, why don't you hit me to vent your emotions?"

Or you can bite me a few times?

"You can do whatever you want to me, just don't cry. The doctor said you need to keep a positive mood for you and the baby to get better."

Upon hearing his words, Yang Qiaoqiao barely managed to stop crying.

She glared at him reproachfully and punched his chest hard.

Before the man could react to the punch, she winced in pain and shook her hand.

Huo Beixiao hurriedly grabbed her hand, cupped it and blew on it to warm it, asking with concern, "Wife, is it still in pain?"

I'm sorry, my flesh is too hard.

Come on, pinch this part of my flesh; it's softer here.

As Huo Beixiao spoke, he pulled her hand to his waist.

Yang Qiaoqiao sniffed and hugged his lean waist tightly.