Xia Siyu looked up: "To be honest, when I said I got my period that day, were you disappointed?"
All Bo Yan's previous words were meaningless. It was only on the day she went for the test that Bo Yan's expression of anticipation and nervousness was genuine.
After all, if she were really pregnant, it would be his flesh and blood. Even if he agreed to abort it, he wouldn't be unaffected internally. It's human nature; if he had no reaction, that would be alarming.
Bo Yan flicked her forehead: "What are you thinking? Isn't this good? It shows we haven't met him yet."
"What do you mean, fate? Aren't you an atheist?" Xia Siyu retorted. Actually, before taking the test, she felt a bit reluctant. If there was really an accident, she would have to — personally end it, snuff him out in the cradle.
"Don't think too much about things that haven't happened," Bo Yan's expression was calm.
