"A sister."
As soon as the words left Lan Xin Ai's mouth, she felt regret because Lu Tian Tian's sparkling eyes made her panic. Quickly, she corrected herself, "I'm definitely not pregnant."
Lu Tian Tian handed her a peeled orange: "But you were just wondering if the baby is a boy or girl."
Lan Xin Ai adamantly denied that she had indeed been thinking about the baby's gender, and nervously bit into the orange.
"That's because you asked me! You drew me into the conversation."
"Is the orange sour?"
Lu Tian Tian's eyes curved with a smile. Her words caught Lan Xin Ai off guard, "It's not sour."
"You're definitely carrying a boy then." Lu Tian Tian's non-sequitur left Lan Xin Ai frowning, perplexed.
"This orange I bought yesterday was so sour, it almost killed me, but you don't find it sour at all. It's a common saying that a sour taste predicts a boy, and a spicy taste predicts a girl. You must be having a boy."