Inside the Mercedes-Benz dealership.
Li Zhiyi and Feng Xile were washing their hands in the restroom.
"Your frequency is a bit scary. You dragged me to the bathroom half an hour ago, and now we're back again."
"This is already an improvement. I've been taking traditional Chinese medicine lately, and the doctor said I need to recuperate for half a year," Feng Xile said.
"That's terrifying."
"It's perfectly normal. You'll be the same way when it's your turn."
"It can't be that bad, can it? It should vary from person to person."
Li Zhiyi found it a little frightening. Feng Xile was in great shape, but she herself might not be able to handle it.
'If it's really like that, my frequency might be even higher than hers.'
"Unless you have a C-section. Natural births always come with this."
Feng Xile gave Li Zhiyi a suggestive nudge.
"So, how are things with you two? Have you been taking precautions lately?"
"W-What precautions?"
