Yan Wuxu felt her mouth getting dry, and her eyes naturally drifted towards her handbag. Inside, there was still a pack of cigarettes that she'd dare not smoke in the Su Family rooms for fear of nosy servants discovering it. Yan Wuxu felt uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling on her, her attention starting to wane.
She really shouldn't have come back, Yan Wuxu thought. She was much more at ease when she was with Fei Qing, not needing to watch others' faces, nor worrying about whether she could smoke or not.
"Wuxu?" Su Ziceng called out. Only then did Yan Wuxu come back to her senses. She smiled weakly, her eyelids drooping, "I'm a bit sleepy. You know, Ziceng, pregnant women tend to be drowsy."
Su Ziceng looked at Yan Wuxu's complexion, which indeed wasn't great, and let her go to sleep first.
