Initially, Qin Zhi'ai was distracted but, as she walked 50 feet farther, she stopped abruptly, turned her head around, and glanced again at the pharmacy behind her.
It was still early, and the pharmacy hadn't opened yet. Qin Zhi'ai was mesmerized by the flashing neon advertisements for some time, coming to terms with the implications of having unprotected sex with Gu Yusheng.
She had caught a cold the morning she returned home after her night with him. Her illness had been so extreme that she had conveniently pushed that night's events to the back of her mind, perhaps to avoid having to consider the consequences she might face—namely, pregnancy. The thought was sobering.
That night, he had come three times, thus increasing the chances of pregnancy.
Furthermore, three days and three nights had passed since then, making use of the morning-after pill ineffective by now.
Qin Zhi'ai subconsciously rubbed her flat belly.
