"Why is this little girl so hard on people! She doesn't consider her mom at all!" Bo Jinyu gently held her, his hand softly caressing her belly, speaking with a tone of helplessness.
She heard his words and chuckled lightly: "How can you blame the child! Also, how do you know it's a daughter? It might be a little boy!"
Bo Jinyu heard this and immediately looked disgusted: "If it's a boy and he's still so hard on his mom, that's even less cute!"
Ye Anran was amused and smiled silently.
But just after laughing, she felt a wave of nausea in her stomach. She quickly stood up and ran straight to the bathroom.
Bo Jinyu rushed after her, supporting her while saying, "You should be careful, don't run so fast!"
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Ye Anran said as she leaned over the toilet, and vomited profusely.
Listening to her retching sounds, Bo Jinyu's eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He turned to get a towel, turned on the warm water, washed it, wrung it dry, and handed it to her.
