Lucien put on an act for a while, acting until he was exhausted, and then drifted off to sleep without even realizing it. Exhaustion descended like a lead blanket, covering his still-wet eyelashes, pulling him into a deep, dreamless slumber.
In truth, Lucien had nothing to worry about to the point of having nightmares, he only felt that he had been rather sleepy lately, so he subconsciously wanted to ask 000: "What is going on with my condition recently?"
[You are pregnant, those are the symptoms of someone carrying a child.]
Lucien felt his temples throbbing: "Am I going to give birth through my armpit or what, how can I be pregnant?"
