Chapter 1200 - Kissing her Forehead (1/2)

Tang Mo’er sobbed, her eyes, the tip of her nose all red. She was calling for… Mr Gu… She missed Mr Gu, she wanted to lean on Mr Gu’s shoulder.

She was pregnant with Mr Gu’s baby.

Lu Yeming looked at the beautiful face in front of him, lifting his hand to caress her face. Wiping away her tears with his fingertips, he spoke as if he was coaxing a young girl. “I’ll pass you my phone so you can call him, alright?”

Tang Mo’er sniffled, biting down on her lip. She smiled and cried at the same time, shaking her head. “I can’t, I can’t bear to… let Mr Gu… suffer in pain with me. Just let me suffer alone…”

“Fine.” Lu Yeming held her tear-filled face. “I’ll be with you no matter what.”

He pulled her into his embrace once again.

Tang Mo’er tugged on his clothes, till they were all wrinkled as she cried out loud, letting out all of her emotions and helplessness…

…

Tang Mo’er cried so much that her eyes were both swollen and puffy. Her energy was drained and she wanted to go to sleep. After all, she was a pregnant lady and would always feel sleepy.

Lu Yeming handed her a bowl of warm Chinese medicine again. “Sister, you still have to drink this medicine. Have it while it’s warm.”

“Oh.” Tang Mo’er didn’t dare be willful. She took the bowl, downing it while holding her breath.

It was so bitter.

Right after downing it, she wanted to throw up so badly but she held it down.

A large palm appeared. “Here you go.”

Tang Mo’er lowered her eyes and lying in Lu Yeming’s palm was… a lime. The lime appeared supple and juicy, the thought of the sour yet sweet taste really made her salivate.

“Lime?” Tang Mo’er’s eyes lit up.

Lu Yeming smiled. “I remember that this is your favorite. Now that you’re pregnant, I’m sure you will love sour stuff even more.”

“Thank you, Yeming.”

Tang Mo’er took the lime from him, biting on it and the juice helped to curb the feeling of nausea.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Mm.”

Tang Mo’er rested on the hammock. Ever since the night it suddenly snowed, Lu Yeming hired an interior designer to renovate her room and added a hammock inside.

The hammock was huge, with lace hanging above it and it had a dreamy vibe to it.

“Yeming, do you still remember those days at Grandma’s house? Every morning I’d push open the window and there was a lime tree growing right in front?”

As she spoke, Lu Yeming sat on a rattan chair beside the hammock, his legs stretched out casually as he crossed his ankles.

“Of course. That lime tree grew really well, we will always have a fruitful harvest every year and the children in the village would always climb up the tree and secretly pluck the fruits. They loved bullying me, calling me a mute.”