If she truly is pregnant, whether the baby in her belly can accept the spiritual energy from her fingers is hard to say, so she dares not take any risks now.
Gu Qiaoqiao hurriedly withdrew her hand and placed it on Qin Yize's hand, murmuring weakly, "I'm hungry, but I don't feel like eating, what should I do?"
Qin Yize slightly furrowed his brows. This is quite a dilemma—to be hungry yet not want to eat. "Qiaoqiao, surely there's something you feel like eating, tell me and I'll make it for you."
Gu Qiaoqiao thought hard but still shook her head, pouting and said with grievance, "Ah Ze, I don't feel like eating anything."
Qin Yize truly felt distressed.
He kissed his little wife's forehead and said gently, "Even if you don't feel like eating, you should eat a little. I'll go make some porridge..."
Then Qin Yize carefully helped Qiaoqiao lean against the pillow. Watching him like this, Gu Qiaoqiao burst into laughter, "Even if I really am pregnant, I'm not that delicate."
