Before long, Mo Yan came back with a tray holding two servings of food.
Mo Ran carefully took a bite of an apple, trying to avoid smudging her glossy lips.
When she drank the milk, she found it tasted fishy, her stomach churned, and she frowned, resisting the urge to vomit.
"What's wrong?" Noticing her discomfort, Mo Yan asked in confusion.
Putting down the milk, Mo Ran took a sip of water and shook her head, "Nothing."
Feeling somewhat puzzled, why did she feel like vomiting?
Could it be...
Mo Ran suppressed her excitement. She couldn't get her hopes up too much; she would be very disappointed if she wasn't pregnant.
But she really hoped she was pregnant.
God knows how much she wished for another child...
At this moment, a melodious piano tune suddenly started playing outside. Mo Ran shuddered and walked to the window, placing her water glass down.
