It seemed like they never got intimate.
Although she always considered herself his wife, the two of them had never done such things.
In fact, she had no memories whatsoever of giving birth to a child with him...
As Qin Lang's kiss was about to land, Wu Jing hurriedly pushed him away, "Lang..."
"I want you." Qin Lang looked at her directly, "Is that okay?"
"You're not well." Wu Jing sat up, "You should rest."
"Jing'er." Qin Lang's gaze showed a trace of hurt: "We are husband and wife, aren't we? You're not ignoring me because of Cheng Xinghe, are you? You are my wife!"
"But I really... am very tired."
Seeing her stubborn gaze, Qin Lang let go of her hand. He said, "Are you... despising me?"
"I'm not." Wu Jing felt uncomfortable, "Can you stop saying things like that? When have I ever despised you?"
"If that's the case, then why..."
