Because everyone gets along well, the female doctor talks quite freely in front of her.
Li Mingxi curved her lips, half-smiling, "How do you define frequent?"
The female doctor was teased by her and, helplessly, said with a smile, "Too frequent, and it's actually harder to conceive. Be careful. I say you're not the director anymore, and somehow you've gotten dumber..."
She wasn't getting dumber; she was just going with the flow.
Alright, she admitted she wasn't ready to have a child yet, so she let Xiao Lang be as frequent as he liked.
She thought it was all up to fate—whether they would conceive depended on whether they had the fate for children.
As it turned out, she really didn't get pregnant...
Li Mingxi left the hospital with mixed feelings, randomly bought some morning-after pills at a pharmacy, and swallowed them.
From today, she must start using birth control.
Seeing that it's already 12:30 p.m., it's time for lunch.
