Su Yunjin was puffed up with anger, and Gu Ya found it amusing. How could his little wife truly be like a child?
"Yunjin, you were upset about the fetus, and you took the fetus-preserving medicine for the sake of the child. You don't want anything to happen to our child, do you?" When the little wife threw a tantrum, Gu Ya had no choice but to patiently coax her.
Su Yunjin placed her small hand on her belly. Indeed, she also didn't want anything to happen to the child in her womb. With the mention of the child, her sulky expression eased a bit.
Gu Ya's large hand rested on the little wife's head.
His tone was tender.
"Yunjin, do you really dislike the fetus-preserving medicine that much?" The little wife was reluctant to take it even once. She never liked taking medicine.
But she was not pretentious.