After Ye Xuanji fed him, she also took a few bites. She didn't know what she suddenly ate in her mouth. Suddenly, she felt sick and almost vomited it out. [Source of this book www.
"What's wrong?" Mo Qingcheng asked.
"I-I don't feel well in my stomach."
Although Ye Xuanji forced herself to suppress the nauseating feeling, she was still in tears.[
Mo Qingcheng's expression changed slightly: "Come here, I'll show you."
Ye Xuanji walked over obediently, gave him her wrist, and asked him to feel for his pulse.
A trace of doubt arose in my heart, as my bouts of nausea seemed to be a little more frequent.
It can’t be—it is, right?
She was startled by this idea.
Can't be that coincidental?
Winning in one go?
Looking up at Mo Qingcheng, she couldn't help but think of that night of romance again...
Her face turned red, and she quickly took the picture back to the back of her mind.
He coughed dryly and joked with him: "You also know how to feel the pulse? You are not a Mongolian doctor, are you?"
Mo Qingcheng smiled slowly: "Madam, don't underestimate your husband. Although I am not a miracle doctor, I still know a thing or two about the art of Qi Huang."
"Then tell me, I just felt sick - what happened?"
Ye Xuanji's eyes were wide open, but her heart was quietly lifted.
I don't know what I'm hoping for either.
Mo Qingcheng's fingertips on her wrist felt a little cold, so she finally took them away.
Sighing: "You may not be eating well recently and have a cold stomach. You can fix it and you'll be fine."
It turned out to be like this. Ye Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief.
I don't know why, but I feel a little disappointed.
Shaking her head, she just said, how could such a coincidence happen? [
That's fine, I just had the idea of accepting him, and I'm really not ready to have children...
She helped him lie down: "You should have a good rest first. I'll go out..."
winnowing
Mo Qingcheng grabbed her and moved her body inward: "You should rest here, you are also injured.