บท 1652: Pregnant

However, before their relationship could develop, An'an fell sick.

The aroma of fish soup emanated throughout the stone cave. It was An'an's favorite type of food—fish—yet she merely ate a mouthful before vomiting.

Startled, Silver hurriedly patted her back. After her nausea eased, he brought the soup over again to feed her.

An'an was extremely irritable and slapped around, flipping over the soup pot, causing the scalding soup to splash on Silver's tail.

Yet, as though he didn't sense it, Silver merely continuously patted An'an's back to soothe her.

"Alright, don't eat this. What do you want to eat? Let's eat something different, shall we?" Silver coaxed gently.

There was a fishy stench on Silver, and An'an kept struggling to break free of his embrace.