"A little bit." Jiang Yao stretched her hand outward and made a little gesture. She did not think much of it, but her childish gesture amused Lu Xingzhi.
Lu Xingzhi sat back down and peeled an orange for her. He even removed all the piths that she hated. Then, he placed a beautiful slice of orange in her palm. "If you don't want a heavy meal, maybe you can have some fruits."
Maybe it's because my body has been weak for the past two days. I have no appetite. I should be fine after resting for two days." Jiang Yao ate the orange. It was not very sweet, as expected of the fruit in the south in September. One would salivate when they saw the fruit. The orange washed away the taste of milk in her mouth. It made her stomach feel a lot better.
Jiang Yao did not think that her pregnancy caused her condition. She had been pregnant for three months; she would not still experience those symptoms then.