Qin Beiming could sense that Ling Mo's attitude towards him had changed drastically since he woke up this morning, and he couldn't find any other reason no matter how hard he tried.
The only possibility is that during his illness, in a state of complete loss of reason, he did something he shouldn't have done.
"Really not." Ling Mo shook his head again.
"If there's nothing between us, why are you suddenly unwilling to be close to me? Do you know how heartbroken I was when I saw you and Fu Yun Que standing so intimately together?"
"My relationship with Dr. Fu was just an accident."
Ling Mo hadn't yet decided whether to ask him in person what Mr. Smith's text message was all about.
She was afraid that once she asked the question, their relationship would never be the same again.
Qin Beiming was extremely dissatisfied with Ling Mo's ambiguous answer, and like a madman, he started to unbutton his shirt, which was already soaked through by the rain.
"What are you doing? It's freezing cold, why are you taking off your clothes?"
Seeing this, Ling Mo quickly covered his collar and patiently buttoned the buttons back up.
Qin Beiming, however, ripped off all the buttons from his shirt and asked in a muffled voice:
"If I catch a cold, can't you at least feel sorry for me? Do you know how hurtful your lukewarm attitude is?"
"..."
Ling Mo stared in horror at Qin Beiming's hand pressed on his belt, fearing that he might impulsively pull down his pants as well.
"You don't mean you want to take more clothes off, do you?"
She was terrified when she saw his hand, which was resting on his belt, move slightly, and her face was filled with disbelief.
"Don't worry, I strictly adhere to male virtues."
Qin Beiming pulled up his trousers, then straightened his open shirt, and looked at Ling Mo seriously:
"Take me home, and tell me what's bothering you, okay?"
"Um."
Ling Mo nodded, and as if leading a young child, led Qin Beiming back to No. 3 Taoli Street...
Staring intently at Qin Beiming, who was sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, his hair still dripping wet, Ling Mo handed him a steaming cup of ginger tea and, mustering her courage, asked:
"Third Master... if, I mean if, I were pregnant, you..."
"You've already considered whether she's pregnant or not, and you're still saying nothing happened last night?"
Qin Beiming seemed somewhat annoyed because he couldn't remember what had happened after he fell ill last night.
It was his first time having intimate contact with the girl he deeply loved, and he had absolutely no recollection of it. What a huge loss!
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