Qiao Zhiyi truly wished Shi Jingzhou would kick her away with one foot.
Unfortunately, she could tell that Shi Jingzhou had no such feelings for Bai Yue.
What lifelong friends, marrying no one but her. It was probably Bai Yue indulging in wishful thinking.
"Please, just turn back now," Qiao Zhiyi didn't want to waste time arguing, her throat was uncomfortable, and so was her mind.
Bai Yue snorted coldly, "Don't think that just because he married you now, he loves you."
Qiao Zhiyi was tired of hearing such words.
Her breathing became heavy and hot, a symptom of discomfort.
She feared she wouldn't be able to endure it; she would still need an IV later.