Mo Yi raised an eyebrow and put down his chopsticks, "I didn't even dislike it, and you dare to dislike the fish I caught?"
Ming Ge moved the bowl of milky fish head soup far away, lightly pinching her nose until she could no longer smell the scent that made her chest feel uneasy and nauseous. After hearing Mo Yi's words, she replied, her face slightly pale, "Maybe it's some stomach discomfort."
Taking into account that she was taken away by Mo Yi yesterday, slept for nearly ten hours, had barely eaten anything, and then had a half-cold steak for dinner, it's quite normal for her stomach to be upset in such a short period.
Mo Yi interlaced his long, fair fingers, lazily resting his chin on them. His pitch-black pupils fixated on her for a moment, then he suddenly curled his lips in an ambiguous way and said, "I say... could it be that you're pregnant?"
Hearing a certain word from Mo Yi's mouth, Ming Ge seemed stunned, "…Pregnant?"
