"Are you worried about me?"
This question, like a spark, ignited the volcano in Chu Yihan's heart.
He sat up abruptly and embraced Su Yingxue in his arms.
Her former supine position instantly transformed as she was now cradled like a small white rabbit in his embrace.
The man grew tall and could completely envelop her, making Su Yingxue somewhat unaccustomed to her own petite stature, her voice timid, "Yes... Yes, I've been wanting to tell you for a while now. You little monster, you're too exhausting. I've been pregnant with him for three months and I've gotten so thin!"
Su Yingxue rolled up her sleeve to show Chu Yihan her wrist, its bones now particularly prominent.
The flesh on her face had also diminished a great deal.
Chu Yihan cradled her hand and then caressed her face; he had felt it when he held her yesterday—she was much lighter.
Thus, he could never have imagined that she was already three months pregnant.