"Eva, am I going to be a godmother soon, huh, hehe!" Carla stared at Eva Nightingale's belly, continuing to tease.
"...I'm not pregnant."
Eva's ears turned red. Discussing such adult topics, she really wasn't good at it.
She didn't want to go back to the old days, chatting about those lewd topics with Carla.
"Eva, really not?" Carla leaned in closer, "Recently, have you had a craving for that kind of thing?"
"Have you been really wanting a man? Having insomnia? Or sleeping a lot? Do you feel insecure?"
Carla heard that these are all symptoms of a good pregnancy.
The most obvious one: "Eva, have you had your period?"
"No." Eva's face was still red, her mind stuck on her asking 'do you want a man'.
Eva reached out and touched Carla's forehead, huh, no fever! No fever, yet Carla was talking so out of tune!
Asking about wanting a man.
But, Eva was already used to it.
Let her be.
Picking up the spicy sticks from the floor, Eva carried them upstairs.
