After throwing up for a while, she finally felt better. She stood up straight and turned around, immediately meeting the gaze of the man behind her. The sunlight refracted through the glass window, and Ning Wan saw a meaningful expression slowly appearing on the man's thin, slightly pursed lips. His gaze on her held deeper meaning, and then she heard him ask, "Are you pregnant?"
Upon hearing this, the hand Ning Wan had placed at her side instantly clenched, her nails almost digging into her palm, sending waves of sharp pain. Suddenly, her pale lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Xi Mohan, you're overthinking. I haven't missed a single birth control pill, so my chances of being pregnant are zero."
After saying that, she didn't plan to pay him any more attention and lifted her foot to walk out.
