Ruan Zeyan restrained his thirst for Ling Tianya with difficulty. He took the cake out of the box and cut of a piece using a fork, preparing to feed it to Ling Tianya.
In the end, just as the cake was near her mouth, as soon as Ling Tianya smelled the scent of the cream, she was immediately nauseated and wanted to vomit.
Ruan Zeyan's face tightened, and he immediately put the cake far away and reached out to rub Ling Tianya's back.
Having restrained her nausea, Ling Tianya looked at Ruan Zeyan apologetically. "I'm sorry. You personally went to buy it for me, yet I cannot eat it."
Ruan Zeyan's eyes were full of undissolvable worry. "How long will you be like this? Will you not be able to eat for a long time?"
If he had known sooner that being pregnant would be so difficult, he would much rather forsake the child than watch Ling Tianya suffer.