"Little lass! Don't you know that you need to go to the hospital if you are running a high fever?" Ming Ansheng chided her softly as he carried her. He hastily strode out of the house. "Your brain might get fried, you know?"
Su Yue heard Ming Ansheng's voice and she opened her eyes. "Uncle Ming."
She softly muttered and closed her eyes once more.
The elevator arrived and Ming Ansheng entered. He peered at Su Yue and softly scolded her. "At least you can still recognize me."
"My chest feels terrible and I feel like puking." Su Yue clutched her chest. Her voice sounded like a little kitten purring softly. "Am I having babies?"
Ming Ansheng was speechless.
Feeling the urge to puke means that she was pregnant? What warped logic was that?
He looked at the tiny girl in his arms, looking thoroughly amused. Her flushed cheeks resembled two rosy apples. "If you are having babies, then who is the father?"
