บท 225: Gu Mohan, Will I Die?

Silky black hair was loosely scattered over Tang Mo'er's shoulders, complementing her glistening skin and he used his rough fingertips to touch her tiny face. "Yes, you have contracted the love pea poison."

"Will I die then?"

After hearing her blunt question, Gu Mohan cleared his throat and heedlessly took a puff of the cigarette, before slowly blowing it out into the air. It dissipated and bled into the air, causing a smoky haze. Lowering his eyes, he looked at her with a devilish smirk. "I have not gotten sick of you yet, let alone, you haven't given birth to my son. How can I bear to see you die?"