He paused only for a moment before continuing to kiss her lips, but the insane ringing of the phone, like noise, killed his desire.
He let go of her and apologized with a smile, "I need to take this call first."
"Okay." Gao Zhenzhen nodded with a smile, but in her heart, she cursed the caller dozens of times.
Whoever it was, it was incredibly annoying to be interrupted during such an intimate moment.
Picking up the phone, Gu Yixuan recognized that number at a glance, and his eyes darkened, almost wanting to hang up.
But his finger moved on its own and pressed the answer button.
He walked to the balcony, placed the phone to his ear, and heard Mo Ran’s panting voice from the other side.
"Hello?" he asked with a frown of confusion.
"Gu Yixuan..." Mo Ran curled up, a painful pallor on her face, "My stomach hurts so much."
Today her period had started, and Mo Yan had gone out with colleagues and had not come back.
She was tossing and turning in □□, in so much pain that she couldn’t stand it, so she called him.
She could have called Mo Yan or Tang Song, but she did not.
She only wanted to call him; at this moment, she only wanted to see him, as if by doing so, the pain would be less.
However, she didn’t hold out much hope—he probably didn’t care about her well-being at all.
"You’ve got the wrong number, you should call 120," Gu Yixuan said flatly, suppressing the worry in his heart.
Mo Ran paused, not sure if it was the pain that caused it, but tears started to well up.
"...I’m sorry for disturbing you..." She hung up the call, overcome with sadness as her tears flowed more freely.
How could she have forgotten that he was no longer the Gu Yixuan who loved her?
He had forgotten about her; how could he care about whether she lived or died...
Holding her stomach, Mo Ran felt waves of darkness before her eyes and guessed she might faint from the pain.
"Whose call was it?" As soon as Gu Yixuan entered the bedroom, Gao Zhenzhen asked.
He tossed the phone aside carelessly, his expression neutral, "Just some work stuff."
Sitting in □□, he reached out to encircle her waist, wanting to continue, but Mo Ran’s weak voice kept echoing in his ears.
"Gu Yixuan... My stomach hurts."
"...I’m sorry for disturbing you."
Her voice sounded so sad and desolate. Was he really the person she wanted to see the most right now?
Why was her stomach hurting? Could it be another excuse to deceive him?
Gu Yixuan closed his eyes, agitated, and kissed Gao Zhenzhen’s lips, but he felt absolutely no