"What would you like for dinner?"
Mi Yao felt unwell as she was only three weeks pregnant, but her pregnancy reactions were very severe, and she didn't feel like eating anything.
Yet she was so hungry; for her own body and for the child, she had to eat something.
"I want... noodles..."
"Alright, I'll go and make them right now," Feng Yueming said, turning around to leave.
The room returned to silence. Mi Yao lay back down on the bed; she couldn't sleep anymore. There was too much information to absorb today, and she needed time to process it.
The taste of the plum he'd fed her lingered in her mouth, and his residual flavor was still on her lips. He probably took advantage of the moment earlier, but since he had let her go, she didn't want to tear down the facade between them in the coming days. She wanted to maintain the status quo and give birth to the child.
Could she really bring the child safely into the world?
She was going to be a... mommy.
